St. Eulalia's gushed cinnamon disks
engulfed in licorice. The smoke stacks
were now purely cosmetic. The M & M roofs melted, heaped thick,
and dripped charred caramel turtles
to the Easter grass below. Maybe the
chocolate cross on the steeple
is filled with fudge, maybe it's not.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
St. Eulalia's gushed cinnamon disks
engulfed in licorice. The smoke stacks
were now purely cosmetic. The M & M roofs melted, heaped thick,
and dripped charred caramel turtles
to the Easter grass below. Maybe the
chocolate cross on the steeple
is filled with fudge, maybe it's not.
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