Toriel doodle + a poem

Lemonade - by me;

...Truncated seeds, growing broken trees

Beautiful failures, abandoned dogs on leash

Subsisting by halves, barely placating the monotonous rage

So close, but confined,

under your costal fibers, beneath your rib cage,

your sorry forgotten face, pale and afraid.

So breach these bones, build your house,

when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.