chocolate fills
the gaps
between
my soul
and the
places
their hands
press
cotton
candy
bruises
into
milky flesh
while
strawberry
syrup
pools
on
the
floor
and the
ginger ale
that oozes
from
agonized
eyes
burns their
faces into
my retinae
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
chocolate fills
the gaps
between
my soul
and the
places
their hands
press
cotton
candy
bruises
into
milky flesh
while
strawberry
syrup
pools
on
the
floor
and the
ginger ale
that oozes
from
agonized
eyes
burns their
faces into
my retinae
