THERMOMETER

their mom was an eater. she devoured every rainbow and coin left in the bag. ate the clouds and mushrooms too. left nothing but her two boys/ cake smeared faces/ starring at her fluffanutter fat hanging from her hide. it was an ugly but beautiful skin filled with colors. I liked the purple shimmer shading around the forearm. Back to the boys, my vision swooped from one scene to the other/ side to side/ drooping like cake batter on those spatulas that you let the batter drizzle from. I think they ate too much cake batter? There stomachs were all angry and worts began to grow from theirs. theirs theirs. there mom was an eter. She shouldn't have eaten the thermometer. She kind of ate herself, since she measured theirs. theirs, theirs? no one did they were sick.


Paris Franke