We swam through honey-colored skies of syrup, munching on cotton candy clouds that danced above the licorice grass. We ate too much, though, and even though the cherubs promised that we'd pour out rainbows--we ended up vomiting our rotting, cavitous teeth.
Reality shares a bed with fantasy, dear.
YOU ARE READING
FLIP-SIDE
Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
