sweet.sweet.sweet.

like rotting teeth
cringe
sickly sickly
sticky toffee
of a putrescent corpse
creamy
milky mush
warm and blankety
electric doona scarf and wine warmth
cracking crackling
dig dig stab with a silver spoon
steel polished
off the whole bowl
lick the corners
excavate the crevices with your little tool
ferret out each and every morsel
consumed with consuming
when you reached over-full a good while back
and now its the challenge of the thing
the punishing yourself with pleasure
with pain of pleasure of pain
of sooner or later you'll stop
have to
have to

i have to
i have to

go
before
i'm
.
.
.
sick.