Monday, December 05, 2005


You hold it in your hand like candy. It's colourful, and sugary sweet. You take a taste. Your eyes light up.

What a dream.

Your nails dig into your hand. You squeeze so tight that knuckles are pinched and turning white. The candy's still there. In the palm of your hand.

Hold on for dear life.

It's melting in rivers of gold and red. Sticky and warm. You watch it slide down your arm. Candy mixed with blood.

Fool's gold.

I pry open your fingers, try to toss the rot away. You look at me with 3 year old eyes. A tantrum brewing. You ask me why?

Full of blame.

I point uselessly, the bag at your feet. But it doesn't matter, because all you can see is me. Hands filled with blood.

Taking it away.

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