they gave me gift wrapped candy floss. ever so sweet. wrapped in a satin bow. your name scribbled on the card in delicate red scrawl, just like blood.

i'd rather drink floor cleaner than taste your sweet clouds of floss. i'd rather inhale toxic gas than breathe in your sugary whisps of candy. i'd rather be blind than see your pretty pink puffs. i'd rather walk upon needles than touch your soft pink cotton.

but it doesnt matter what i would rather do. i am cursed with this infatuated disease. forced to indulge your sugary whisps of candy. every bite like a ticking time bomb. destined to explode in the cavern of my heart, a cracked red tea cup.

candy floss doesnt last long, does it? you are gone. you melt in my mouth. sticky sugar plum lips. toothache suffices. another cavity eating my heart, another bullet hole. sugary red juice crystals leak from the wound, staining lips.

i stitch the hole shut with my plastic needle and thread, gun to my head. the record plays soflty on repeat, whimsical notes like valentines. untill we meet again, my sweet. we can drink tea out of cracked red cups. make small talk apon a checkered blanket on the shore. sweet dreams, my love.

they gave me gift wrapped candy floss. ever so sweet. wrapped in a satin bow. your name scribbled on the card in delicate red scrawl, just like blood.