Sweet Nothings

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Collage by Poet Rummager

Youโ€™re an abscess.

A hole in my soul.

Buttered words in your oven

came out warm and gooey.

I sank my teeth into each one.

Licked my fingers.

Wanted more.

One after the other,

they melted on my tongue.

Lover of sugar.

Fool for cake.

The desserts you concocted

you made me crave –

until I awoke with a cavity

full of your sweet nothings.

No amount of brushing

would make the decay go away.