Poems
broken buttercreams and dreams
Broken butter creams–
And dreams
Fantasies made of cake
Spires of gumdrop and bittersweet twirls
Bleeding red with heartbreak
Digging your nails into a flower
Asking it’s petals for a lie
Poking your pins deep into my skin
Like jelly roll tears when I cry
Shiny crystal wings clipped back on a string
Needles thread through broken buttercream seems
Like a magnet that can’t help but cling
pretty pins
Pretty little pinching pin, that i wish to be
a pretty blank pin. empty pin. dances down the thread. balancing
finds her thread.
The pretty pin
full of purpose,
for what she lived for,
dancing pretty pins.
Pretty pins,
that I wished to be
like the stars, singing away
as they dance
a lullaby, a stitch
Stitched me in
oh how I
wish 2 be
a pretty little pin
