Drooped from a smile to a frown in an instant.
She became a mixed bag--over stuffed with a pile of incohesive emotions that made
Her stomach sick like an unpleasant combination of pickles and peanut butter,
Emotions fresh out of the oven and stale ones that have sat on the counter for too long.
Her man, he is the orange juice to her breakfast, and that morning, she choked on the pulp.
