Spiced Sugar Reality

little girls bake, laced
with animosity.

behind glass,
mothers teach the polite
amount of toxicity needed

to bless
the hearts of enemies.
pomegranate seed

stained lips
imitate father's intimate

in confession, teeth, chipped by
knives, crunch on burnt sulfuric hints
and rip lipstick printed cookies,
iced to perfection, from satan's crotch.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem