Fructose
Glucose
Maltose
I have forgotten her name but she is the font of my sugar-coated creation
Jaw dripping at the hinges like flat Pepsi Cola from the cups of her eyes left overturned
Because the plot of her Hollywood script couldn’t twist like the lines on her face
She is fizzling away…
Her crisp edges now mismatched puzzle pieces lodged into place inside the patches of wrinkles on her forehead
Half perfections; stretched taffy of white lies brimming at the cheeks of my imagination
My whole-hearted convulsions paying tribute to her lives of past nestled within the freckles
Littered upon her skin like straw wrapper monuments of sweet toothed prospectors
Who found her too bitter of a taste
Dextrose
Xylose
Sucrose
She has forgotten my name but I am the font of her honey-drizzled discoloration
Her sketched-in blemishes of syrup
The Quill 