Age of Appeal {poetry}

Am I your dream girl?

Surrounded in days of daze

One week with me

And you'll be so out of it

That you're mixing up your months.

My fever dream existence

Will spin, and sting,

And burn, and shine

The glitter you see

Is not just plastic though.

It's the shards of your past.

Crumbling and disintegrating.

As the ecstasy makes you forget

Quite who you are.