Landscape of a Heart – Page 5

Borderline Bapple Bong

So there was a turf war. And it’d been six weeks, not just a couple—yes, the skyscrapers stood for that long. And no one called anything “rioting” anymore. And the questionnaire was about

Box Boy, Boil Boy

I left the realm of snow and ice the second time, returned to the forest around Brisbane and followed Dr. Mizto by the odor of brimstone

Boulders and Bars

Never trust an old man who wants to buy you a drink; that’s what your Dada always said when we went out for the night and you were like–yeah Dad

Bruises and Balms

Never trust a gift from a demon, even an old teacher, cuz they’ll do silly things like that, not realizing your head can’t hold up a demon’s weight crawling into space.

18- Brises and Banes

If the people from the time I was born heard me refer to their Brisbane city (that might not actually be their city) as “Brises and Banes” do you think they’d throw a hissy fit?

Ruin it all

Dr. Mizto came one day. The army tried fighting them and wound up wounded by their poison tongue and weight, but some doctors

Saviors

The army got its start as a branch of the police; they trained for years just to parade through

Descend/Deserve & Brainwash

Drug me and put me in a uniform, Your Honor, make me your sorry slave. They do so much for me, don’t they?

17- have it all

On Monday, my servants bring me platters of fruit. On Tuesday, they pour me rich rose baths. On Wednesday, I give a speech from the rooftops and bestow

Restore/Reorder

I’ve figured me out: I do something stupid or nasty then I feel bad. Then I punish myself. Like, I exiled you. Now I write letters to you