Milk and Honey, Sugar and Spice.
I’m calm when I breathe in my headspace, one two three.
A sip of Alice’s Sippy Cup, Delirium state of mind.
I hold my head as neon lines cross my vision.
Resilient as I am, I can’t hold long.
I’m falling, falling, gone.
And then I’m back, Honey and Milk, smelling the spices and sugars-
I’m expendable, I know. So I sip sip sip from Alice’s cup, Get high and drop, fallen angel..
I’m stuck in a paradox of disappointment.
I drown my thoughts in the devil’s temptations.
I’m the Eve from my very own garden, making friends with the fruit salad.
But you’d know, wouldn’t you?
You know.