A cube sits in the palm of the child it was given to. The brown square starts melting in the child’s hands. The child savors it, biting into the dark sweet cocoa square so amazingly good.
WHAT - - - - - Suspended, Hanging, Teetering on the verge of Nothing. Dangling. Hanging off of god knows what. Supported by Something. When you look down, Nothing is there, and you F A L L WHY - - - - - - Well…
The hot creamy liquid slides down and a sensational feeling creeps quietly through you leaving behind a feeling of regret that you did not take a bigger bite
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