Jawbreaker MAG

March 1, 2010
By jargonwockee SILVER, Sacramento, California
jargonwockee SILVER, Sacramento, California
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The wrapper crinkles as I
Twist the ends.
Pink, yellow, orange, green –
The transparent remains of devoured ­sweetness,
Scattered about my desk.
They tasted honeyed, unlike the nervous
First brush on your cheek. I tasted the salt,
The sweat, the distance that would drive you
To the polar ice caps, away from my flaming indifference.
I stayed rooted, wondering about a person that wasn’t you.
Eating candied sweets to hide the blatant ­callousness
Of my affections.
I filled myself with sugar and exhaled my ­bitter detachment.



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on Apr. 4 2010 at 11:55 pm
jargonwockee SILVER, Sacramento, California
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Thank you so much, this motivates me into writing more, you don't know how happy this made me.

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on Apr. 4 2010 at 4:26 pm
RaMay42 SILVER, Harvest, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.”
~James Michener

Wow, just wow. I would have NEVER thought of this. EVER. This piece was so relatable and yet so original. I loved it. Thanks so much for sharing!


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