Bippody Boppidy Boo
Your spool of a tongue,
Wrapping every inch of my cold skin in the finest silks,
Dressing me up to be so much more than I can live up to.
Midnight.
Snippidy Snip Snip
This-
is the thread I will cut
And we'll unravel. Laced fingers untangle, brains disconnect.
"If it's not in the books just write it in." Cake?
Soufflé.
Rising, ever so swollen.
Then a rush of cold air and
Reality sets in.
I fall flat on my face
