Your eyes are glazed over when you say

I like to drink my soda

.Flat.

.And warm.

I laugh -silly you- about how out there

You are

I want to be there to,

But I know that I can not.

You press pink frosting-flowers over my eyes

So my vision is cloudy

But seems perfect.

And sweet.

You fill my mouth with cotton,

This seems so soft and kind,

.But I choke.

You pour cold cream over my body,

And it feels refreshing over my cellophane skin.

But it soaks through.

.And I am drown.

You say you want the best for me

So why do you always break my bones?