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.