Treacly Goodness! a tempting toffee apple you eye me up, lure me towards your hardened exterior / how swiftly I penetrate your disguise, discover the sweetest core
through smudges / this rose tinted glass each night video chats, real life is a Bloody Spectacle! this vibrant hue / those two days after nineteen glued to mirror’s untruth
years (two already?) a blur of sugar and glee / short bursts of pure revelry we made our lives fit / a thousand piece puzzle pleasing onlookers, craving “Encore!”
supple acrobats in the sky / we made a living danced circles round the truth until a falter / your mask came loose- fell from the heavens, shattered in two
too many cracks / rose tint removed to the sickening stench of fried goodies- bedside lamps wholeheartedly clashing / lucid at last aghast at my part in this defective waltz
I alight from this doomed carousel / round and round- our circular fights “(no) thanks for the ride!” I yell from afar / and watch the lifeless horse you clutch weep from its cold brass eyes
Laura Owens is a 3D animator living and making videogames in Oxford, UK. A keen baker and crafter, her poetry has recently been featured in Detritus Online Magazine and ang(st) zine’s Distanced project. You can find her Tweeting @laurabethowens and on Instagram @laurabethowens.