by mandaceehb

I am spinning in a world of mistakes 

with crushed paper balls for cotton candy clouds and skies stained blue with storybook tears 

The grass is emerald green shards of smashed beer bottles with gentle blades that draw blood 

And alcohol runs deep and never dry

The muddy earth is the gory decay of living souls and the path of footprints for unweighted existences 

Bruised brown like soft fruit with dents in our minds and holes in our hearts