Unfinished Diary Entry - 2

I run

through the thorns

The roses scream

Things too stupid to speak

I whisper abracadabra

And the petals close

All is gone in a second

The plague of cusses takes over your mouth

And the leaves become needles

You try to stitch

But you hitch

I bleed forever.

The happyland of the garden of eden

Has become serpentine

They wrap their way

Up and up

Can't you hear me?

I say the magic words

"I'm sorry, please, just stop"

And it all goes black.

Inside.