Words, a poem

I am choking on your words.

Drowning in their syrupy, honey-coated sweetness.

The first lick from the spoon was

a delightful nirvana of surprises.

Then, after the sucrose repetition,

flattery upon flattery,

my throat burned and my stomach ached.

My eyes sunken and dark,

my teeth rotted from my head,

my chin bloomed with acne,