dancing on rooftops and curling up on blankets crocheted by little old ladies. there are tiny people wandering in the forest of my hair. i slip them food when I know they are hungry. when their little bellies rumble for something a little more sufficient than a tiny blueberry. Sour candy fizzing on my tongue.
we'll rip the sky in two, taking a piece for each of us. shredding the papers, tearing the fibres of our being. Tiny flakes will dissipate in between, floating down like feathers faling softly. down. down. down.
Bittersweet nectar from the bumblebees chores. buzz buzz buzz.
clean the cobwebs from the empty attic of my brain. dust the blood that pumps through my blistered tired veins.
crawling along slowly. slowly. slowly does it now.
little red hats and pitterpatter feet. tiny doorways and flower petals. delicate dainty deliberate.
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