Sweetness

Your breath is sugar, sickly sweet,

your heart is jelly, soft and beat.

Blood turns to rocks in every vein, 

all red on white, as candy cane.

Upon your tongue, a sheet of snow,

on your grey skin, faint mildew grows.

Sugar eats flesh away as frost, 

beginning in you, a holocaust.

 

 

Author's Note

A wish.