Two cups of sadistic smiles

a liter of a bullfrog’s whip

a dash of dancing barefoot,

all troubles slashed with a lightning bolt blade.


Toss the concoction into the sky,

where it festers in a raincloud of rainbows.

A mixture of you and me intertwined

like dancing goats in a ballroom.


Pigs coated with mud

chase away stray droplets of satisfaction.


I remember you used to tell me

how the raindrops were formed:

condensation of broken dreams

held together in bundles of cupcakes.


Edited by Meagan Hurd


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