Young Unicorns snatched from Impossible skies.
Precious Horns, Ordinary Chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in their normalcy.
Shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty;
Like a hallow candy,
or an Ice Cream smile licked down to a Cigarette.
I promptly extinguished in a dead infection.
A desk drawer full of blurry photographs of dull sunrises.
And the fact that I still collapse like sunflowers
under your bare feet are only symptomatic
of the monster I have become.
4th grade dropout
I told you not to fall for it.
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Leave your mind open, receptive to the demons message.