Space, falls and woebegone | #NaPoWriMo2020 | Prompt 14
Falling through space, he stood woebegone
It wasn't a choice to fall off, never is right?
Looked left, right and above
Sparkly clean, no soul breathing near
He spotted a Open sign at a dessert shop
Never seen before delicacies, lined up across
He pushed on the door, it tinkled a sweet chime
And a sweeter voice said, 'Coming'!
She had golden skin, curled up locks
And the freshly baked smell added to her charm
He asked, Do you belong here?
This place feels uncanny, and so do I
You might not believe me when I say
But I came here exactly like you did
We all do actually, you won't see them though
Because this place is quite ruly
This place helps you to believe
But if you can't, then a loop is all it gives
Have a muffin, maybe you'll feel nice
He fell into a trance everytime he bit into it
But he wanted more, more to take over him
She smirked, as she added one more to her list
In a parallel word, she lead him on
Falling through space, he stood woebegone
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