Your smiles are rare, something to savor--
comparable to rationing sugar
in the belly of world war.
I'm hidden away safely.
Ankle deep in sugar,
and up to my eyes
in smiles.
You're caught in open-fire.
Only by your own election.
Convinced you've expired,
you've made yourself an easy target.
Why don't you recheck the date?
You still have a beating heart.
Don't you know?
Souls aren't incapable of revival.
Maybe I'll bake a sweet treat.
Would it be considered shameful
if I had bite?
I'd save you a piece.
What did you think
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"Your smiles are rare, something to savor
--comparable to rationing sugar
in the belly of world war."
What a truly amazing opening. That is one of those descriptions that I'll be thinking about for days.The rest of the poem was good too, don't get me wrong. I just loved the opening more.
Great job.
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