If You Could Fly

Cottage

Not your home anymore.

Push, now you’re an

Adult,

When all you wanna be

Is a fairy

And fly away

From this flesh

Binding you

To pay bills.

Cereal.

A sad bowl of

Cereal.

That’s all you’ve been eating

For the last ten days,

Milk stains

On the carpet.

You look

At your record collection

Praise them to yourself

Like the day you bought

Your first.

You’ll end up

Selling them.

As the last thing

You emotionally own

Sweeps away,

You fly

In a bubble

Of thought

 

Imagine,

You’re a fairy.

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