The con

I can still taste them
bitter tiers of melting darkness
a hand-picked assortment of affection
for a pauper's gratitude, one Valentine's
when frost was on the ground
the con in confectionary escaped notice
your gift pure affectation, beggarly
double layered with innuendo
smutty smooth-talking soft centres
whipped creams
lemons crushed to luscious licks
almond crunch with arsenic overtone
broken teeth and a rotten heart
- never should have taken chocolate from strangers

Whipping up some bittersweet in the Imaginary Garden’s Love Hurts

32 thoughts on “The con

        1. ooh that’s interesting – I really dislike dark chocolate and among my friends are the odd one out. Glad to hear I’m not the only one…

  1. Turned out to be a stranger, very strange side, ‘coming out.’ Nice reading, Laura, kept me anxious for the next line.

    1. a tall dark stranger perhaps?! a good sign if it kept your attention – thanks Jim

  2. You have now conjured in my mind and taste buds a box of Black Magic – that long ago seemed such luxurious chocs until one learned better. A darkly verbal confection. Luscious licks indeed!

    1. ah the magic sophistication Tish! Milk Tray man might be at the centre of this verbal confection

  3. Oh my goodness, I am so loving the responses to this prompt. The broken teeth and rotting heart………too perfect. I was always looking for a heart of gold – and finally realized it was my own heart that was golden.

  4. ooh, deliciously dark, Laura. I love the con escaping from confection. The imagery of the candies was perfect. Better to buy your own assortment, so that you know what you are getting!

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