You speak in candy:
A shell, on the words
All thick, and sickly
Do you promise?
Everything good
But it’s all wet, perverted,
The muscle, twisted
Trails over the gloss
Leeching off the sweetness
And the sugar
I can't swallow you whole
When you linger on the tongue
And ball your fists
Against the incisors
It’s all wet, perverted
But it’s rational
It’s too thick, and too sickly
I taste what you leave
Did you promise?
The ache
So I’ll sink in the casing,
Crack the sugar
Bitter, you’re sour
At the core
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Comments2
What a metaphor! Very nicely pursued in poetic form from beginning to end.
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