when the nutcracker soldiers stomp in

petrify,startle,paralyze.

I am unsure.

soothe the savage beast.

Wash it down with white wine. One glass,Two.

Four shots of tequila.

She ravages me from the insides.

Breaks down the mask I wear.

I am unsure if I can mask her hatefulness.

I am not sure if I really want to.

Its much easier to let her play.