Snail Vixen Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

I rise
from this game show garden
Only cheaters get watered here
Still,
I seem to be the only thing
growing

I have invaded the faeries'
beauty
but cannot absorb it-
They can keep that
nonsense
The flowers here are fake,
depending on your brand of sunglasses
All the 'cool' fireflies gather
at your third eye,
spies

I'm slow
but I'm gangster
I have risen
and I'm getting the f**k outta here
where paper planes fly
and people still nap
under trees