Enid holds
the boiled sweet
Benny gave
in her hand
she opens
and closes
her small hand
feels paper
on her skin
sticky smooth
on one else
gives her sweets
but Benny
she's hungry
no breakfast
that morning
her father
had said no
too naughty
go without
now she sits
in the school
lavatories
the boiled sweet
in her palm
her stomach
grumbles noise
feels sickly
she unwraps
the boiled sweet
with fingers
and puts it
in her mouth
sweet juices
sugary
explosion
of flavours
on her tongue
she sucks it
turns it round
swallows down
the juices
on the wall
someone's inked
Mrs M
has a big
white bottom
Enid sucks
more juices
then swallows
the boiled sweet
her stomach
still rumbles
as she looks
at paper
slightly soiled
by her feet.
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