The Blind Lead the Blind

The blind lead the blind

Closed eyes, open mouths

But our bodies are covered in Braille

Read me in the dark

Take it off, leave your mark

But we both know we’ll fail

We both know we’ll fail

Cheshire Cat

He came to me in broad daylight, his Cheshire Cat grin not heeded as a warning. I thought, “You have a remarkable smile.” He thought, “Just wait until I disappear.” He was gentle, cordial, mannerly though not in a Confederate sort of way, and I should have known that his sweet nature must give way to a thorny maze of BULLSHIT, because he was a LUTHERAN and a LIBERTARIAN and no one should be allowed to be both.

            If I’m being truthful, I wouldn’t have ever actually guessed that beneath the conventionally beautiful and widely admired shell, there was a BIG FUCKING EMPTINESS that one could feasibly compare to the space under the floorboards in the home of a sociopathic serial killer before his first murder.

            Because he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

            Or was he just waiting for the chance?