Your eyes are glazed over when you say
I like to drink my soda
I laugh -silly you- about how out there
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.
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?