"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.
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.