And, she began to smell sweet
A sweet like an old grandmother’s candy bowl
A sweet like week old fruit cake.
She smiles so hard
Her smile smiling into the stares
She smiles she cries she laughs she hurts
Her sweet sweet smell
Oh sweetie darling little girl
What did you know?
Nothing
Nothing of the rot
The rot that begins to set in.
Her sweet sweet smell
grows sickly
She gags she can’t get away.
Oh sweet darling you make yourself rot
Rotting rotting gone forgotten.
She’s forgotten
What made her so sweet
She’s searching
Oh darling, darling girl.
She finds sunken cheeks
Sunken eyes
Sunken lies
The mirror
The pretty pretty mirror can’t smell the smell
Of her rotting skin
But it can see those sunken cheeks
She sees those sunken cheeks.
We see those sunken cheeks.
To be sweet is to one day rot
To rot is to one day be forgotten.
Once a sweet, sweet girl
now a rotten, sickly girl
Still a darling, darling girl
So she tries to be still
She still wants to be sweet
But knows she will rot.
So she sits
Sits still, sits unsweet unrotten unforgotten
Not surrendering to the sickly sweetness.
Art by Katelyn Wang '23
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