I Used to Think

the stars were wishing pods
filled with peppermint. But when
one descent and I opened it
it was nothing more than a resistant
spore.

I used to think
the sun was buttered popcorn
salted. Until I found out it was a giant
fireball that halted my existence
by burning me from a distance.

I used to think
love was music I could dance
to. But I didn’t get the chance because
it cut me off at the knees and blew me
away with a sneeze.

I used to think
life was a play and we were actors
holding our script. Until something stripped
me of my lines strangling me
in its twisting vines.

I used to think
but now I ferment
in my own excrement