Blue Ivory

I am a sugarcoated wreck. A cupcake with a chipped human tooth baked inside it. I breathe out soot left behind by the corpses you tried to bury but I come to you served in a silver platter.
A hot air balloon shriveled up into a pebble. There is nothing there. Just a big loud bright hologram emitting from a tiny rock, compressed and tightly grabbing onto feelings that lost their home and now live in minimal space, clinging onto their fellow insecurities. I am a piece of luxury stripped of its high worth by the poison breathed into me.
~Blue Ivory