Nutella


I fall,

Onto a bed of jagged rocks and broken sea shells.

Wisps of melancholy follow my yells.

Darkness encompasses everything nice.

My mouth feels like husks of rice.

Moth to a flame;

I fly to the fridge.

Follow the incandescent light,

to end my fight.

Warmth fills my insides.

I go where Nutella resides.

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