Sweet Underworld
At the newest candy shop we eat poison.
It wasn’t our intention. It was mixed
with sweets that resembled dream lovers.
It was covered in chocolate that a rainfall
of cocoa collided with, smothered by butterscotch
that had no mercy on our stomach or anything.
We didn’t regret consuming the poison.
Our lives bored us so much a little sugar
was a fair price to enter the underworld.
It was everything we expected and more,
but we can’t say much about it. Our tongues
are stapled to our cheeks, our mouths
don’t allow us to fake whisper words.
We plan on writing a tell-all book
through a Ouija board. We will haunt
a football player and a judge, act out
the end zone of the dead and the courtroom
of the guilty corpses. After all, we can
still taste the treat for all eternity, so
we have nothing to complain about in our
non-lives. We weren’t promised anything,
it was an accident that Fate found itself in,
the traffic lights green on all sides,
coins that covered our eyes falling
from clouds, all of them heads up, as if
chance had a sense of humor, even about death.