Chocolate

A Poem

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Photo by American Heritage Chocolate on Unsplash

Our memories melt into liquid chocolate.
I taste them in my mouth and crave your
presence, wrapped like a warm,
confectionery cloak around me.
The sweetness of your words lingers
on my tongue as I repeat them back to
myself softly when you aren’t around.
I devour each morsel of attention greedily —
I’ll grow fat from stuffing myself
with that which comforts me.
I can twist that junk into a sick hope that
someday you’ll spill your guts to me
and end my hunger for your attention.

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Willow Schroeder
ILLUMINATION’S MIRROR

American expat living in Germany. English teacher, writer, photographer and avid traveler. Editor of My Fair Lighthouse. I require a constant supply of tea.