Camilla d’Errico, Cotton Candy Curly Cue
Candy gave sold the Man-child what no girl ever really had
Sold it
Took it
Is what she did
Yeah
She took her requital
Again and again
Then she took some more
More and more
Days become years
Candy took and took
She took what he had
She took what she took
She put it in her arm
When that wasn’t enough
She started doing him harm
Grave harm
Failed to make her
Go away
Just leave
Him alone
Then
Girl
She came
It wasn’t her problem
But, hey, all the same
It had to be someone’s
Should have been
Before
Today
The kitchen
Candy’s throat
A blade
A glint
A sharper look stabs her eyes
Take a hint
“You’ve got one last chance, bitch
Grab what you can
Run for your life
You come back again
I’m not thinking twice
Gladly do Time
To see you go ‘bye.”
Right on the edge
Girl made the dive
Scored a 10 and 4 nines
Her very first try
Candy booked it
Right outta sight
See…
Until now it would seem
Candy’s sweet meet
She dictates the plays
Basks in her fame
To beat
Her
At her own game
Save him
Someone had to
Had to
Jump
In-
to that
Black pool
I fear
For Girl
Cannot swim
🍭
Girl is my friend. Candy is Girl’s ancient history ex’s ex. Man-child is his brother.
Dizzy yet? 