Young unicorns
Snatched from the impossible skies
Precious horns, ordinary chainsaws

I am left with horses revolting
In the normalcy shipwrecked
By a face all sweet and empty

Like a hollow candy or an ice cream
Smile licked down to a cigarette
I promptly extinguished in a dead infection

A desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers
Under your bare feet are only symptomatic
Of the monster I have become