Pink.
Held in laughter, the sweet sound erupted from her mouth.
You nodded, watching her pretty pink lips.
Her.
The walls were painted pink, she twirled around in the dress you liked. That dragon pattern.
A golden dragon pattern lined the bottom of her dress, it stretched out. The long body came to an end, it's dazzling golden talons and striking yellow eyes flickered.
The long, shiny golden body twitched as the rest of her pretty pink dress and lips twirled, spinning and spinning and spinning.
She looked at you.
She said those simple words and held her stomach tight.
You looked down at your pink sneakers, soon you took off.
That dragon.
She cried in her pink dress, pretty pink lips wobbling.
She fell,
Down, down into the core.
Pink.
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PoetryP R O M I S E? That dragon, the sweet jelly, the rosy red cheeks, the deep blue. W H O A R E Y O U ?
