You tug at my innocent heart
And I feel grinning hooks
Attach themselves
To me; I wasn’t ready.
The chocolate milk box
Remains untouched
I feel no hunger or thirst
Just a little need.
Searching your pockets
You toyed with your car keys
Eyeing the lamp
That was a shade of blue.
With pancake residue
And cheeks flushed
I looked away;
My mind was a unicorn.
Sold of air
And sense for reason
Fatal is your existence, sir,
But take me to the death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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