pixie dust poison

the crayon moon fades into a banana split tragedy,
pressed between the pages of a suicide note
written in memory of the last breath of day
and as the crybaby sky drowns itself with its own tears,
I bury the torment of your ghost's cast-off mannequin
in the basement of my subconscious,
leading me one step closer to where
the earth and sky lay crucified
behind a black hole of
amethyst-lipped cattleya orchids

and as my tongue plays candy soccer with the rainbows
inside my mouth, thoughts of you infect my mind
like pixie dust- the kind that cuts through skin
but you barely notice the pain because
you're too preoccupied watching
the shades of yesterday reflect tomorrow
in your distorted vantage point

oh, I could have been your toxic paramour
with mermaid tale braids in your celestial suburbia
of deformed dreams, stuck within the
hollow expanse of your ribcage
but like the wild smudges of a dead end city
on a watercolour painting, I'm just a
misplaced manika with a slipknot
tied around my heart

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