Cotton Candy is a poignant poem of longing and creation, written by the Tia and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Infectious for the month of June.
Cotton Candy
There is no store to taste the cloud candy everyone have bought
I want one too, even just a little bite of that fluffy sweet pink swirls you’ve indulged
Perhaps, the fire destroyed the store and the water washed down the swirls
While wandering- to find a open store
I stumbled upon a road
It may seem evil perhaps devoid
I found a piece of paper painted with black and blue
With the recipe, I created the cloud candy everybody enjoyed
But– Why does mine taste like salt and grey?
Ah- too late
The rust devoured me
There is a mould that continued to shelter and grow
I am hateful of this world
Oh- look there is me;
Is it me? Was that me?
A marrionette of my candy store
At the end of the counter a stereo rest
I played a song called requiem
And the sound crossed the wall down through the hall
Here I walk, There I wander, my very own store
The song ends here
Followed by the sounds of an orchestra, not Canon in D but Merry Go Round of Life
In here you have sweet
Your happiness lies here
