The cloying scent drifts back
by Caleb B.
· 23/01/2026
Published 23/01/2026 10:00
The cloying scent drifts back,
a whiff of cherry, sticky sweet,
a spoon abandoned, a reluctant pact,
mom's worried gaze, a childhood defeat.
Each sip held the promise of relief,
a bitter truth wrapped in sticky lies,
tasting childhood, the lingering grief,
as my small body aches with uncried sighs.