My Weekend with Candi by EscapingEnnui, literature
Literature
My Weekend with Candi
It's a ridiculous thought to think:
An adult shuffling through a candy store, arms filled to the brink,
Passing small children with lollipops cemented to their lips,
Teetering on his feet, which held potential for a cataclysmic trip.
On Friday, April 12, that was mea more stupid me, but still me.
Why did I take a trip to Candy Mountain, you ask out of blatant curiosity?
Believe me, I did not flip my covers over that morning
And announce, "Tonight, I'm going to buy a shitload of candy!" without warning.
If life turned out the way you wanted it to, it'd be so boring.
I'll tell you one thing, though; my candy store visitation
Perfect
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It was his third time around the block. He was procrastinating. It was his way. The redhead on the corner was the spitting image of his dead fiancé.
He slowed down.
He always did in the end.
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Her dress was too long and her hair too curly but her eyes weren't dead like so many of the other girls. That was why so many of the cars had stopped for her.
"Hi," she said as the sleek black sedan slid up to her and the automatic window rolled down. She smiled but didn't puff out her chest. There wasn't much of it anyway. She knew her allure had little to do with the physical.
"Hello sweetheart," the man said. As if he w
Horror speaks in silence
And fear speaks in signs
It's written on my face
and on the faces I see
How did I end up here?
A masked man brought us food
The smell of it drives us crazy
We eat like we're crazy
Devouring it like messy animals
I see the eyes of superiority
In the sight of the masked man
I look at them wi