You, like sugar, I desire
You, like sugar crystals, shine in the light
You, like sugar, make me high
And you, like sugar, make me crash
You, like sugar, I am told to avoid
You, like sugar, make me regret
You, like sugar, sicken me
And you, like sugar, motivate me to change
As you reach the end of the hallway, you notice someone behind you. They have their hands full, and they appear to be in a good mood. They are six feet away, and there is no one following them.
There we stood, my brother and I, on the mighty cliffs of Stop & Shop, staring down upon our vast kingdom that was Route 7 and the subjects of the parking lot.
My name is silence. The silence of the doctor as he walked in. The silence as they understood he would not be born. The silence of the phone line as she learned she was not a grandmother. The silence of the ride home.
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