So trivial, it seems, to linger on those shower thoughts brought about by the vibrant colors blooming in my bed sheets.
They quiver and shake in the breath of your facade, hoping to catch a glance at the bright red that decorates the vision of those unlucky enough to be ensnared by your thorns.
How my breath is repeated and represented depends upon the presence of these fantastical fungi, and wishes to fly once blessed by their touch.
They sprout upon my face as I sleep, dreaming of sitting upon the toadstool's as I bicker with death about how you will be my demise.
As if I have smoked one too many, I shake and quiver, longing for the emotion to come spilling out my stomach, into the crevices of the ground, watering the decomposing plants.
The leaves and snakes dance and play among the shrooms, and soon find themselves addicted to their very essence.
So I water and starve these parasitic wonders, allowing them to overtake me in a bittersweet trance, awaiting my time as sleeping beauty to end along with the cold of your gaze, for I know I am not where it lies
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