sugarcoat
chunks of dirt mingle with the bread.
cinnamon wafting in the wind.
a house of sugary bliss,
a promising deal of sweet paradise.
shoveling savories like a last meal--
bellies rising like dough,
suddenly shoved into a scalding scene.
outsides on fire,
insides igniting--
charred little children,
burnt sugar lingering on their tongues.
Copyright © Ziya Momin | Year Posted 2025
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