Pastel Pink Pretty Baby

 

The girls always despised her

for she was pastel pink

in world of harsh greys and blacks.

The boys always loved her 

for she was untouchable

in a land of tarnished silk. 

Her mind was a maze of cotton candy hedges

with a sickly sweet center of melted jelly bean hearts.
 

If you were to look at her,

really look at her, 

you would see her marshmallow core

smothered in gloopy milk chocolate.

She was coated with blush frosting inside and out

but her eyes were not syrupy like the rest, 

they were salted and sour. 

She was perfect. 

She was perfect. 

She was perfect.