She’s a little flower
a new story
She loves the repetitive dream
over and over again
She was in a bed of lions
trying to see the desert
through the glow
She freed her hands
ate the cactus
felt the hope
in two houses
covered in confetti
and heart shaped joy
They thought she wasn’t beautiful for years
She’s in the ghost town now
where the devil cheers
Heartshapedsky 