a lizard crawls inside
my tears fall back from
the goodbyes i once told
the azure sky outside
my purple-tinted window
hoping for a new sunrise
which will shine
inside the walls
of my straw house's
velvety pillow
always covered
in baby's milk
smelling so sugary
inside the ketchup container
making me play
with the children of midnight
shall be the root
of my mother's anger
towards my little brother