You suck up fantasies through a twirly straw, but once in a while, reality will breathe down the nape of your neck
It will lurk in the shadows, lustfully groping at you and provoking you.
You’ll bite your tongue and hope that puddles full of rainbows and skies full of clouds might overshadow the heavy darkness
But, they won’t always be able to. They won’t always be able to.