Unwrap soft prism in anticipation
Place between teeth and tongue
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen chews
And now the flavor’s gone
Manipulate
Stretch
Exhale
Tenuous orb expansion
Fragile limits reached
Sticky shrapnel lodging in
After sudden detonation
Peanut butter will not fix this
I only have one option
Scissors and razor now revealing
A ghastly image in the mirror
I recoil in fright
And feel my insides curdle
I’d forgotten that I have no chin
And that I look just like a turtle
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
Author of LUNARTIC (and other poems)
insta: @theaaronmorrison
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