squiiiiish

the fabric, your magic, makes you

feel                so                    elastic

oomph, the air smells like strawberries

the bed tastes warm, as if soup and hot chocolate are whipped up underneath

her

name is

Naomi

and she’s my favorite squishmallow

b tea bubbles in my mind

o as I drift off, doze off

b into a deep sleep

a

i float on

   the clouds

sometimes i feel exposed as if my skin is ripped off and my eyes are raining

my world is ending

the people i love are killing me off

one by one

the monsters are chasing me through the walls

the lawyers are finding me guilty

the policeman lock me up

the bakers poison me

the cat has killed me

sometimes the world is ending

but through it all, I wake up

and look

onto the carpet of my cozy comforts

        siblings

          on

            the

          wall

their eyes look into my universe and

I know

I am understood

I am appreciated

I am loved.