my brain in a box. my gift to you.
a hole in the box.
my brain bled through.
sorry about that.
all i had to offer up to those oz freaks and i could not get even that right. might have been subconscious as i have always been afraid of scarecrows.
i have neither heart not courage in spades enough to save the others, but would trade the lot not for those hideous crimson shoes, only for that thick curtain. or the tornado.