Save me a smile or two, please.

I filled the caverns of my eye sockets with spoonfuls of confectioners sugar.

Injected play dough into my veins and played with my pulse like silly putty.

Artificially flavored fluids collect in my lungs as I lie struggling to breathe around swollen nothings.

I still have eyelids flapping wildly in the wind over these several sweet mountaintops, only tips of the iceberg.

Bags of skin droop 'neath curlicue loopdiloop eyelashes, over and onto bloated cheeks inflated with forced happiness.

My tongue is swollen with misgiven wishes, protruding from crusty lips, overworked in an attempt to shape a beautiful reality.

Creamy caramel creeps from the corners of each belated blink.

My pores are pushing daisies up and out of my skin as they gush glowing-bright-white yellow-matter-custard, smelling of childhood memories.

Save me a smile.