Glass Chocolate
Sharp shards scrape my skin.
Broken ceiling, elevated sin. Chocolate still melted.
Chocolate still in moulds.
Be careful of the foil when you unfold.
Jason Ridpath
SourceLicence:Public domain
Sharp shards scrape my skin.
Broken ceiling, elevated sin. Chocolate still melted.
Chocolate still in moulds.
Be careful of the foil when you unfold.
Jason Ridpath's "Glass Chocolate" sets sweetness and danger side by side. It opens with pain: sharp shards scraping the speaker's skin. The next lines suggest a broken ceiling and an "elevated sin," though the poem never says what the sin is. That vagueness is part of its pull.
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