Ecstasy
Ecstasy is royal blue like ink and a wizard’s gown.
It smells like fresh wet paint.
It’s like a cold ice lolly, cold but sweet.
It feels like dry ice, tickles on touch.
It reminds me of my first swimming lessons
And of my first position in boards.
It just rushes to my head
Like my mum does when she is angry.
It makes me want to scream with joy and dance wildly.
I live in the sky and I eat the clouds.
Ecstasy is royal blue like ink and a wizard’s gown.
It smells like fresh wet paint.
It’s like a cold ice lolly, cold but sweet.
It feels like dry ice, tickles on touch.
It reminds me of my first swimming lessons
And of my first position in boards.
It just rushes to my head
Like my mum does when she is angry.
It makes me want to scream with joy and dance wildly.
I live in the sky and I eat the clouds.
