Five – Cinnamon

Grab cinnamon, then
climb the building and
sprinkle it upon the
unsuspecting heads
of the people below. Rain
down upon them that
spice with all of the fervor
of Emeril Lagasse. Do it
passionately and with great
care, as if you are keeping
a secret for the one
that you love, upon which
their happiness depends.
You hang that dust
on the wind and the good
people will stare up in wonder
at the red tide flecking the sky,
eyes wide, blood vessels blooming
to match that subtle magic
and the tears and snot sending
them blubbering and batshit.


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