The con

photoart & poem – ©2018 Laura Granby

I can still taste them
bitter tiers of melting darkness
a hand-picked assortment of affection
for a pauper’s gratitude, one Valentine’s
when frost was on the ground
the con in confectionary escaped notice
your gift pure affectation, beggarly
double layered with innuendo
smutty smooth-talking soft centres
whipped creams
lemons crushed to luscious licks
almond crunch with arsenic overtone
broken teeth and a rotten heart
– never should have taken chocolate from strangers

Whipping up some bittersweet in the Imaginary Garden’s Love Hurts


32 thoughts on “The con

  1. You have now conjured in my mind and taste buds a box of Black Magic – that long ago seemed such luxurious chocs until one learned better. A darkly verbal confection. Luscious licks indeed!


  2. Oh my goodness, I am so loving the responses to this prompt. The broken teeth and rotting heart………too perfect. I was always looking for a heart of gold – and finally realized it was my own heart that was golden.

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