I
After seeing crunchy ceilings,
Babies blister in the sun.
Dust is lying on her lashes:
melting plastic, thick as juice,
is falling down
II
Fake polished nails bite feet and fingers,
glitter's hanging from her tears:
rainbow fishes bath in bathtubs.
Lipstick red and pink instead-
paint her pale.
III
There's a message out of honey,
I can't read it, but it does taste sweet.
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