FROZEN COTTON CANDY
she tasted like cotton candy,
sweetness that melted on my tongue,
like a fragile, intoxicant cloud.
she was an easy target,
didn't last long with me,
because with a guilty craving,
I managed to ruin her.
she tasted like sugar,
like all sweet things,
like summer.
and I sucked all of the warmth
from the mouth that preceded to change me
every second it met my frozen one.
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The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoetrySo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
