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.