Snow Cone

The carnival is alive

Music hums behind the sound of a hundred voices

Lights blink in defiance of the night’s darkness

A snow cone sits in my hand,

A snow cone sits in my hand, Slowly dripping away in the heat of my palm

I want to put it down

But the carnival blurs into a mess of lights

But the carnival blurs into a mess of lights and colors

But the carnival blurs into a mess of lights and colors and voices

Tears obscure my vision

In the end,

In the end, you were just like a snow cone

You were an illusion

A delicious,

A delicious, Toxic

A delicious, Toxic Illusion

Sweet, syrupy oblivion masked the reality of what you were

Cold

Hard

I got addicted to your sugar

But time revealed the truth

and soon you melted right through my fingers

Your touch stained my hands

And all I wanted was to wash myself clean of you.