Today I killed you.
I did not allow you to breathe.
I took you to a cliff of forgotten dreams and I pushed you
So hard that you tumbled like a ton of grain in a sack.
But like an unsung hero you clawed your way back into my
Secret mind so I could carry you like a stake that would eventually
See to my destruction.
No! Not a horrid destruction!
A destruction so sweet like a million toffee apples in a river of sugar cane syrup.
I am dying a sweet, suffocating death as I drown in a river of sweet,
Sticky syrup that embalms me as though to preserve me for more sweet pain.
By the time the sweet toothed Samaritan finds me in the river
I am so sweet that he can hardly tell my core is rotten from
Receiving all the sweetness that you had.
And yet he eats me… Flaws and all.
Frank Malaba ™ © 2012
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