Pit of Molasses
A pit of molasses
devoured my glasses.
Coiled tendrils rose
to seize and dispose
of treasures unsighted
so minds are blighted
with flaming contusions
and twisted confusions.
Faces glowed scarlet
like strawberry tartlet
when things sailed
from pockets unveiled.
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