Blacked Out Part 6: Sweet Enough

“You look just like a suga cookie, guh.”

I’ve always been a midnight snacc,

Someone’s indulgence.

A craving

For uncontoured rounded sides,

For you to mold and burn.

You take a bite and leave.

Bring that yella frosting here,

You whisper.

A mosaic of my ancestors

Is now your fetish.

A cavity to flirt with,

You fill the hollowness with a sticky mixture.

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