Missy and Max,
Sometimes.... there are no words. Sometimes.... you just have to stand slack-jawed, wide-eyed and not bother trying to cement words together that don't want to be, that don't mean what you want to communicate
...if there was a way to take away your hurt and replace it with okay.
Still, is it art? (Sex)Toy, Monster! Where? There!.... only this piece puts it in perspective. It's impossible just to comment on whether it's good writing when the story completely eclipses the poetry.