Drawing by Tony StuckIt is raining again.
I need groceries.
I have work later, but I can't go out.
I'm made of sugar.
You think that's funny?
You've never been caught in a light drizzle
and felt your face melt. I have.
It's hideous. Nose dripping into chin,
eyes drooping, one twice the size of the other.
Nothing to do but bake a new one.
Laugh. You think it's funny.
Mom told me, life isn't always
sweet. Not always.
C.L. Bledsoe
Posted over on Neon Magazine
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