I'm sorry I took a break,
From your bone crushing, agnostic and confused,
Berry squashing and juicing brain.
Detox hurts like a cough sweet babe
But so did your hard, dark chocolate lies,
Draining my body of it's intellectual, honey-sticking, deep and colourful, butterscotch biased beasts.
Ones which it depends on to simply survive.
Nemesis is watching and by God does she know,
How twisted this fruity-tutti fate is
And how raspberry rapidly it shall become a red-apply running fatality.
YOU ARE READING
118-79 Sunshine.
PoetryWords that are addictive, and liquid sunshine that makes the world trip, God like beings brought down to simple mundane things. We are all simply swimming in a river of burning Gold.
