my old friend
the sentiment has spoiled
our words are unfit to swallow
we chew them
candied & courtly
we spit them
as ladies do
small
spoonfuls
of
scalding
sugar
dots of venom reddening our cheeks
decorating our eyelids
erupting from our pink mouths
burning our split tongues
oh, it is such a shame
that the warmth once shared
has boiled
that it did not crystallize before
it burned
