By Arcassin Burnham
Purple smoke swisp the air in shambles,
Grasping the cause of the situation but no longer tangible,
Chasing after a high that I will never get back,
I see the outcome of your words,
On full attack,
But I will never sink,
Harsh words can be erased,
I will never sink,
Give you a knuckle sandwich to the face,
Just dreaming of the unicorns,
Running through the grass,
If I brought 3 home,
Wondering how my moms will react.