The whole house smells of cinnamon
The TV shouting
"You'll shoot your eye out kid!"
My brother
sitting in awe
at the Christmas movie he picked out
My sister
Standing on a chair
Ever so carefully
Pressing a cookie cutter into the cinnamon dough
I smile as she watched me poke holes at the tops
She giggles as i shoot the dough out of the straw
Its quite odd
My world
infact
Did not end when I was 11
Or 13
Or 17
YOU ARE READING
Brain Vomit
Poetrysilly little poems about my silly little thoughts. A lot of these are more ranty sounding than poem-y. I'm awful at descriptions and titles, I feel like to an extent I title my poems like Midwest emo songs I'm so sorry lmfao my target audience is p...
