heart drops stone-like. candyfloss and cottonwool inside my head. I hear your mouth move, spewing decayed petals, spinning slowly to the ground. A parody of once cherished love, fading fast. My feet return to cold clay.
candy floss and presumably cotton candy is sickly sweet and cotton wool muffles conveying disorientation, hence, I hear your mouth move. the decayed petals are spinning slowly to the ground - it is they that are a parody of once cherished love. My feet return to cold clay because there is no ongoing metamorphis.sorry to disappoint gentlemen.