i am a scarecrow.

stuff me with straw 'till i gouge out my pinpricked eyes

and vomit up my insides.

use your needle and sew my fraying lips together

because i can't breathe.

place me in a pumpkin patch and scream in surprise

when i lie dead on your wooden stick.

watch as i tear at my own hands

picking and picking and picking.

can't you hear the cawing of the inky monsters

pecking at me?

why am i terrified of them

when they're supposed to be scared of me?

i am a ragdoll with no direction

Dorothy's scarecrow got a brain but

I just wish someone would explain mine.

i am a scarecrow with nothing but dirt and splinters and weeds

i am a scarecrow.