The longer you boil it
The thicker it gets
This paste-like thing
We devour
And devours us,
Sticky to get rid of
Even when its flavor
Is lost, or we’ve
Lost our taste for
Its flavor,
Thicker
Stickier,
The stench of which
We carry with us
Want it or not,
Too painful to rip off
Without a loss of flesh,
What made this
All so attractive
When we first
Desired it?
A candy so sweet
As to smell sweet
Back then,
And yet,
Now too sweet
To endure,
Sticking to
Our fingers and lips,
From too much
Consumption.
How do you let go
Of something
That won’t let go
Of you?
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