The clouds move slowly in their cruise along the sky,
gentle hues of yellow seeping through the cracks and crevices.
I open the jar, in which lies an ant—
suspended through time, encased in the beckoning dunes of sweetness which caused its own demise.
is it really possible to die of sweetness?

I look up the sky, the very same vast expanse of sugary white and blue and yellow
trusted by countless men to their own demise.

perhaps too much sweetness is
poisonous.
consume responsibly.