The Sweet Escape (If I Could)
I took a bite of the lil' blue gummy bear,
With the familiar typical
Outline,
Texture,
Taste.
I stared at my furrowed eyebrows in the bathroom mirror,
After the usual customary
Wipe,
Scrub,
Wash.
I'm resting my lips on the knuckle of my left index finger,
The marks are coming back, back
With a vengeance,
Redder,
Faster.