r e d / c o t t o n / c a n d y

the walls that separate you

and me

are pink and candy-scented.

pretty swirls and loops,

the jagged boundaries stab into our hearts;

the blood tasting like maraschino cherries on top of the vanilla ice cream

we eat so fast that

our brains can’t function anymore.

cause if we let ourselves think

we would realize that this salty sweet ocean we’re kissing in

is made of the blood

we can’t keep losing

for much longer