May Queen

Oh, my heart. How long has it been since I felt? As we fight, I’ve become enthralled by this dream. Digging up my bones, leaving it out for you. And our eyes lock, filling my hollowed being. I’d regressed, shriveling within a frail shell, deprived of color. But with you, everything else becomes white noise. A moment’s time, perpetuated into a state of happiness. And the bitter taste of plastic fades, when the morning comes.