“Gingerbread Aliens”
Strangers in a faultless cube.
A box that holds sweetness within reach by arm’s length.
Dreams mixed together, spices poured apart.
The vision becomes an enhancement from the looks.
Pieces fall into a wave of heat, pressure, and cultivated fevers.
X marks the spot- we’re finding crumbs beneath each lip service form.
Extensive periods remain on a green, frosty mirror of one’s self.
Great dots appear under observation for us to connect between the lines.
Obstacles in the way ruin a justified crime.
Facts get made over injustice, prosperity, and cavities.
My grin smells like paste enough for all dust to float evenly in paralyzation.
UFOs are crunchy, too.
We’ll devour the children of angel hair.
Kindness sweeps the floor, a dramatic finish by dispute along our edges.
Snow is actually flour, and, when it rains, we drink.
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