Another whimsy, a flimsy summer. A ******, another loaned heart. The heat is beaming, the lake is teeming. With a thousand tiny fireflies, lighting up the world and dreaming.
A scatter of mattering, a tatter of matted mating. Cheery cherubs bathing; in the teem off shore, a bore, a long lost dream lost in the hills of your lore.
A fistful of live, a heartfelt of pound. Woke in a fritz of too-loud sound, a smitten bit lip bleeding and sending off to the predators around the way, an approximated coordinate.
Cordon off the crime scene. The air thick with iron, though she was anemic. I breathed in what made her veins thick. I shook in my hands, my fingertips amiss.
For a while I wondered, where the **** was I? Surely this is still a dream, lakeside, and lit now were not fireflies, but cortisol levels and adrenaline eyes. Pulsed and bugged out, wide. You never were to see my surprise.