Sweet Freedom

Truffle caught in my throat

Sickly sweet

Dense in my stomach

Feeling sick

I still consume

Why?

When it causes only pain

I smile as if the full feeling is love

Not false sweetness

Tired of cosmetic lies

Seeing the increasing buldges

On my diet of your lies

My mirror is warped

Showing fingers entwined

But its only me, clasping my own

Chocolate wrappers littered around

And that sickly sweet sickness spreads

Unable to cover the hole in my chest

Till my legs find purchase

Curling in strength

Bearing me away

Shedding your pointless lies

Growing in speed

And filled with unused gasoline

Taking me on a new journey

Free from your sweet entrapment

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