His eyes dark eyes
reflected to me
the insatiable black hole that hungered inside.
Yet he portrayed an odd character,
with a mustache plumed in 18th century fashion.
But I could not be deceived,
for he smelled as sickly sweet
as all the others I could not deny before.
+++ Notes +++
I went to Starbucks today and got a cake pop I’ve never seen before. We regarded each other for a dear, desperate moment before he was consumed.
I made sure to capture that moment and turn it into a troll photo for instagramified poetry.