Pixie

Pixie
Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty
Like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette I promptly extinguished
In a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
Under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster I have become.