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I walk down sugar-coated streets, stumbling over rumor weeds poking up through the cracks and fearing the whispers that I think I hear. I watch the candy people walking around, ******* each other dry one way or another like leeches with sweet teeth. They make sour faces, like ******* lime soda through a Sour Punch Straw, but they keep ******* because there’s nothing else to do in Candyland. I have to look really hard to find the sweet people. The gummy ones, the melt in your mouth chocolate ones. Sometimes I find them half-eaten and discarded like office lollipops and sometimes they’re melting under everyone’s Red Hot gaze. Sometimes I only find wrappers and I get so angry that I think I might melt myself. Because these people have been eaten. ****** nibbled, gulped down like nothing more than a quick Kiss that means nothing. But no matter how small they were, they still mattered. They mattered to someone, but now they’re just slick remnants on cellophane or foil. And what hurts even more is that I couldn’t save them. I’m not Princess Bubblegum, I can’t protect a candy kingdom. But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Candyland
I walk down sugar-coated streets, stumbling over rumor weeds poking up through the cracks and fearing the whispers that I think I hear. I watch the candy people walking around, ******* each other dry one way or another like leeches with sweet teeth. They make sour faces, like ******* lime soda through a Sour Punch Straw, but they keep ******* because there’s nothing else to do in Candyland. I have to look really hard to find the sweet people. The gummy ones, the melt in your mouth chocolate ones. Sometimes I find them half-eaten and discarded like office lollipops and sometimes they’re melting under everyone’s Red Hot gaze. Sometimes I only find wrappers and I get so angry that I think I might melt myself. Because these people have been eaten. ****** nibbled, gulped down like nothing more than a quick Kiss that means nothing. But no matter how small they were, they still mattered. They mattered to someone, but now they’re just slick remnants on cellophane or foil. And what hurts even more is that I couldn’t save them. I’m not Princess Bubblegum, I can’t protect a candy kingdom. But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.
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sam-miller
American
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
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