"Dye Your Insides"

The big, sticky lollipop melted in her mind
So the skies were thick rainbow swirls,
And you could lick and lick,
But they wouldn't dissolve.
Long-lasting flavor.
You saw the strands of color
When she opened her mouth
To say it's story time, so sit on my lap.
It was see-through, too jagged not to touch
The lace poking under her blouse.
And all you caught were the words
"Imaginary friend massacre."
What a sloppy little girl.
Shiny robot chrome and the click of stilettos,
She will swallow you whole.