Plastic
Fireworks are candy.
Limes are harsh custard.
Burnt out.
Jellyfish don’t float, they sail.
Imagine if jellyfish were dead.
Spiraling.
I have nowhere.
Neuroplastic as an ever changing billboard.
Everyone looks before they crash.
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