Pushed further back blurred edge shining like a scar from a fall I leapt into. No Nuts Cut off my unicorn horn with a slash that sent me hurling into a bed of tears two days deep. Standing between porridge, pudding and a choosing a banana split, no nuts. Despite knowing Ice cream that way was unappealing to you. To spite knowing what I would go through.
Sea shells in a green Plastic bucket.
White broken handle. Free shells on the ground. The sss lisping sound of the brandy bunch girl. This little girl in my back pocket the action peaking out laughing the response because she'd like the question to go sledding or jump in a pile of leaves. I am Always getting in her way.