Fruitloop

Fruitloop. A poem.I’ll borrow that phrase

Steal that word

What a laugh

Fruitloop

 

She was in pain

But now she’s melted

Turned inside out

No longer a heel

 

Funny girl

I feel all that

Gloopy stuff

I understand

 

Better to smile

And rinse away

Horrors that are close

To invent funny air

 

Make letters that float

Into speech bubbles

Settle and fall into shapes

Fruitloops