Chocolate Covered Strawberry

Red gloss by Rimmel.
Red Patagonia pullover.
Breakfast by Chik-Fil-A.
Resembling that cherry pop.

They said they’d never leave.
And they didn’t. But they never came, either.

One taste, is just, not enough.
A Carmex kiss lingers on her lips like a blank stare.
And just like the blank stare, a plain response, and a plain box.

“Hi, my name is Kayla, I’ll be your hostess for this evening. Drinks?”
I stutter, from nervousness, “We will just be having dessert tonight, sweetheart.”
“What flavor, mam?”

I said, “The Chocolate Covered Strawberry.”

My ocean eyes began linger outside at the gloomy rain.
They began to look for them in all the right places.
“I’m almost there,” as they’re cruising through the highway.
Reckless was their nature.
In such a hurry to not make the right decision.

All of the cars lined up to purchase the new toy.
The next, bigger and better. Resembles their mindset picking women.
An apple, big and juicy. But the seeds are rotten.

Pure laziest picking the prettiest fruit when you could have the best.

The strawberry glaze reminded me of when I first saw them, the first taste. The forbidden fruit.
Was I Eve?

Or naive?

The polyester benches, almost as dirty as their intentions.

I bit into the first glazed poured strawberry.
Crunch. My teeth sank into its red. And I was hooked. Everything else seemed to be different now.

I licked my lips.

Crunch.

I sat the bit strawberry down.

I sucked the life out of that vibrant strawberry, for my gain, for that light.

As they did I.
I stared out the window as I waited for my next one to share a toast with to, “Stay Happy.”

Click. Clank. Click. Clank. “I’m sorry, the rain really delayed, didn’t it?”
I smiled and thought, “It did.”

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