desserted

desserted


I wish, we could pour maple syrup on
our bitter lives. To bring sweetness back.
And stack
each moment of fun up, up high. Like a mountain of pancakes.
Why?
When I taste no sugar do you bring me salt? And when
I no longer need to
-- fight --
you face me with an iron fist - -crashing into me, verbally
and shall not halt…
*Sweeten*
my life with sugar. Strawberries with a lake of cream
so I may sail away from here.
This shore of pain.
So no one shall hear me, from this chocolate valley
scream…
….again.