Start writing for free on quadernoYuliana Davico
Sugar on lips.
On cheeks.
On silence.
Sweetness trained
to never break.
Plum heart.
Dark in the middle.
Soft if bitten.
Hidden
under layers of pink.
Fairy, they call me
light enough
to disappear
mid-dance.
Sugar.
Plum.
Fairy.
Repeat.
Smile.
Float.
I say the name to myself
like a spell
I forgot how to end.
Sugar.
Too much and you ache.
Plum.
Too ripe and you rot.
Fairy.
Too long and you fade.
Let me
be a girl
before the name.
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