marshmallows cracked black
with gooey innards showing like majestic guts
sickly sweet and soft like a lullaby
drawing me in with the promise of joy
just like those young, childhood dreams saturated in sugar
that have slowly melted away into a cavity of spun time.
our teeth ache from our sugarcoated words,
arms slick with sweet goo, syrup running down our wrists like warm blood,
we spin fables with our chocolate-laden lips, sugar drips from our mouths like lipstick
but these sweet, cookie words don’t hold their weight
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