pink lollipop
between chapped lips
a last remnant of
childhood,
dangling obtrusively
between teeth
my immune system
rejects it.
it is foreign.
the lollipop tastes toxic,
plastic
wrapper chokes my throat
allergic.
my childhood
is gone
lost somewhere between
sugary candy and waxy wrapper
sweet and fake
sometimes when i taste it
i think that little me
is trying to save older me
with a piece of candy
from a forgotten world
but still she rejects me
even i don't know
myself anymore
YOU ARE READING
the soft
Poetrythey say to be soft is to be powerful but it gets harder to believe that every passing day
