Sickly sweet sugar,
clinging to the back of your teeth,
the roof of your mouth,
like coins on your tongue,
like balm on your lips.

Decaying you from the inside out,
disintegrating like a corpse in a grave,
when the worms eat though the wooden cage
where your body will lie eternally –
or at least until its eaten away
with wormholes in your lungs
and dust in your eyes.

Sickly sweet sugar,
chipping away at your teeth until you can’t eat any more,
can’t bite any more.
Deprived of the sugar that broke you,
you’ll be eaten by the worms.


About abigailbaross

Writer and aspiring publisher
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