Let it fly.

Power trippy bat lover
Baby blue eyeshadow hover
All over her chest
Lays the best songs to rest
Female rising, frosted pink blusher
Stuck in between twilight, so she hovers
Crisp apple mornings, shadows are dawning
Amongst the icicle branches that stroke the crown on passing
Gulping down valium to keep up with the kids
Sleep that caresses untouched eyelids
The nativity scene glows in an unlit church
The churchwarden skulks in the aisles of her perch
A split personality never did anyone any good
Bruised knees never halted covered in blood
So how is this holy in a world full of shit?
My MP3 player churns out glittered hits.
Beckoning forth is a crystalline view
Jasper and carnelian on the throne where its due.
A sea full of emerald rainbow hits in the eyes
Never one to creep as to full of surprise.
I slide away with my cherry glossed lips
The sloe is bitter but never hits the hips.
Gin is for pantries to be brought out in the cold
A song from the robin in winter is told
Why must the battle crush the raspberry in teeth
Just like a starling, the mid-morning weep
I will pretend to be brushing your hair.
Gathering slivers of a soul in despair.
Lower, lower, lower she goes.
All the while baby blue eyeshadow is slicked onto vaselined eyelids.

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