22: Mallitigriaphobia

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Sweet treat fluffy as a cloud, clumped up candy purged on a stick
Assortment of colors and shapes, flavors that burst and melt
The rush of sugar coursing through my little veins like manic
Child me would pester my parents for one or two till I'm content


Like this sugary treat, the joys of my childhood dissolved in the waters
A food not meant to be mixed or poured on by any liquid
Sight of this vibrant fluff sends my memories down the gutters
Nothing but the feeling of agony and a link to someone wicked


Cotton candy that once brought me delight to a bad day
Switches were flipped in the universe, now I run for my life
Cotton candy that was used to reward me like fresh payday
Two decades later, the wicked molding the sweet treat like a knife


My sincerest apologies to child me, but adult you despises this sweet
The relationship between me and this candy is no longer euphoria
Who knew that a thing I love would cause me my defeat
This stupid fear called mallitigriaphobia


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