All Skittles taste
the same.
-----
Eyes slowly fluttering
open.
The night's dreams
drift to the back
of my mind.
-----
Like a shark gliding through
the water, the Tostito cuts
a path through guacamole.
An explosion of salt and tomato
erupts on your tongue while
your teeth land with a
crunch.
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The necklace hangs
lazily around her neck.
The beads click
back and forth as
she walks.
The craftsmanship
of a 7 year-old was
never worn so
proudly.
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