Monday, September 9th

• There could never
  be enough water
  as I lick my desert lips and I
  feel my skin turn red.

• Fluffy blue strands,
  shining in the sun
  were melting sweet.
  I wrapped my hand
  around the bleached cone.
  This wondrous taste as so magical.
  Fluffy sugar.

• Tongues licked the sky
  as my teeth sank into
  the cracker, my taste
  buds rejoicing at the
  gooey texture and
  melted chocolate.

• Sprinkled and scattered
  like the dust on an old
  piano. Shining brighter
  than the fluorescent
  lights in every class.
  The stars are like home
  before.