We Drew Our Cartoons Poem by Emily Lovell

Magic closed into and through stitching,
Decoration unleashed as your cheeks sung,
Hollow cheekbones knives carve to be perceived as beauty.

Melodramatic scenes,
Each slash of the knife engraving a different pattern,
I have already separated your facial features,
See how much more defined they are.

Bloody claps to the beat of the drum,
As we dance to the sound of death,
Inconsiderate is the laughter echoing,
Through the windshield of crimson blood.

'Little bo peep has lost her sheep, '
Our insanity blending in a mixer,
Slammed against an angels wings,
I broke each section with my voice,
How could I forget the pain enscribed in her face.

Tides of the ocean I see before thee,
White robes of heaven we are stolen by satan,
Mourning our sins in confession,
Selling our souls we became one.

We drew our cartoons,
Cardboard and permanent marker,
Publishing never forgotten,
Teeth bared prepared for fight,
As we compare scars,
My knife and me.