When dandelions tickled her silly and clouds reminded her of marshmallow fluff
When rain would drip down in a waterfall of color And she would itch to taste Its bitterness To feel its depth of icy kisses To see it fall like sullen tears and hear it sing sweet lullabies
All of her senses seemed to melt like candle wax
And when home became a featherless memory she would dream of crisp ironed sheets, creaky floorboards and baked ****** bread
She was once jovial Free to roam the invisible world that thrived in forests and oceans
That saccharine saltiness that rolled off her tongue to whisper now decomposed wishes of tomorrow