Sweeet Shop
I am the pearl of insulin upon the sliver of steel,
Clear and pungent.
I can take you back to the days when you roamed in the grass
Like a freshly emerged butterfly
Until your body refused to obey and you had to come indoors
To blood tests, syringes and Pampers.
But now, close your eyes. Touch me.
Imagine the sliver of steel away. And so, like a sweetshop filled with
Bright blue gobstoppers and electric laces,
Your future awaits.
A WORRIED STUDENT 
LIKE. This is my everyday world since HS. Thank you.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Intriguing and a must read twice, to get all the images! The ending is ponderous: what is that future!
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Thanks! Yes hmm what is it…
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Beautiful. I had to read it slowly, thrice. But in the end, your message came through. A sad message, but beautifully delivered.
You would do well to replicate this in the future.
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A final note: your irony with the image you selected was not, in the end, lost. I will say however, that the layers of your intent maybe too elusive, too tenuous. But, never mind. let them be as such. This piece works at the levels it should. Bravo!
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Thanks! Yes I was wondering if it was a bit too subtle so it was a bit of a challenge writing this. Glad you were able to work it out 🙂
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As a type 1 diabetic, I was intrigued when I saw this in my reading pane. What a wonderful poem!
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Haha, thanks glad you resonated with it too 🙂
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So deep- I love it!
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Thanks 😀
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