In My Mind's Eye

Bullets Melt to Ice Cream and Freeze to Flowers

I want to start an ice cream cult

Where our frozen universe sparkles for the eyes of those above

And we would build a mini city made entirely out of ice cream sculptures

It would have to be very, very cold

We would all have perpetual goosebumps

Like I already do just from the chilling awe of being alive

And we'd make terrariums for all of the lilacs and poppies and marigolds

And for every sculpture and every being, there would be an equation that defines its existence

And the complex would be understood by the masses

And the abstract would be tactile and tangible

I didn't know what it meant when they told me we all had to have the same haircut

But I assumed it didn't matter

Because it's just hair

I didn't know what to say when they told me we all had to use the right words

But I assumed I'd just keep quiet

Because they're just words

I knew what to think when I began to hear the shots and screams next door

But by then, my lips were sewn with barbed wire

And only the dead could hear my pleas