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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 Comments on “The con”
Oooo … this is a luscious taste of the dark side
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nothing like you Candy 🙂
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Oh, those last three lines! Whoa! Well done.
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ps–this is Fireblossom in Word Press clothing.
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the best of outfits!
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I was going to say the same thing… WOW. Very impressive and giving me dark visuals.
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not keen of dark chocolate so maybe this is why!
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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…
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we are not bitter that is why 😉
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Turned out to be a stranger, very strange side, ‘coming out.’ Nice reading, Laura, kept me anxious for the next line.
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a tall dark stranger perhaps?! a good sign if it kept your attention – thanks Jim
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Those closing lines are just perfect!
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thank you for your appreciation
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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!
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ah the magic sophistication Tish! Milk Tray man might be at the centre of this verbal confection
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Yes, I thought of him too!
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The last three lines are perfection but I love how you exposed the con in confection. Bravo!
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That was a perfect exposure! Thank you.
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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.
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It sure is Sherry – generous with your comments as always x
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That last line is especially magnificent. You found the bitter in the chocolate.
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A refreshing take on Valentine you gave us to digest – many thanks
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I love how you went so deep into the falsehood of chocolate… the end especially
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You can tell I do not have a sweet tooth!
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Sweet poison in that box…should have warning label!
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Should have resisted temptation!
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Certainly a dark chocolate of a poem for “love”-gone-wrong!
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As so many do
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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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It was such an inviting twist to Valentine – thank you
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An antidote for all the tasteless treacle. Love it.
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thanks John – never been stuck on that treacly version
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