The Candy Imp Poem by Luke J. Holt
The Candy Imp
Trollish beauty is your white shadow
DANCE DANCE DANC
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makes you sweat brain-sweat
as if made of light
Blankets of blood
make a blue skin
on your trilling butterfly brain
monkey mouth
making goofy titters
because inadequacy is her favorite thing to ridecule
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She is my candy imp
she sweetens my thoughts with soggy memories
while she kills me without being in my zip code
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