You were once my cherry soda girl,
lips laced with candy cane kisses
and my heart ample with peppermint wishes.
Yet now you lay,
Diluted.
Unsweetened.
Full fat turned
f l a t.
Our infatuations that once amalgamated through an abundance of florid cherry knots,
are now encased in the tearful shape of cough drops,
your effervescence drowning in a pestilence of wilted roses, as the corpses of wild daisies spill from your grapefruit tongue.
Oops.
Looks like your kisses gave me tonsillitis.
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spacejunk
Poetry'A lucid trip through the cosmos and constellations' ✦ · . ✷ ✦ ✦ · . ✷ ✷ ...
