Grief is an irrational emotion
The <3 breaks into a million Reese’s pieces
Hard shell subtly cracking, insides turn
into a tasty, pasty, soluble goop
Juicy salt gems, blurring this new world
Softly squirting from the corners
mixing with black liner
dripping, drying, rinsed and twirled
Dehydrated cake drops
decreasing as the days rush by
salty pieces become sweet again
but sleep
she only comes when twisted
into a sob or a smile.
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