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Le Pâtissier

 

Portentous meeting on candy cane lane

His hair is blown sugar

His laugh gingersnaps

His eyes glinting, plastic black bubble-gum 

 

Sweet sugar-filled words

Simmer on the cooktop

Crack, snap, pop

As they melt against your ears

Dripping caramel into your heart

 

It couldn’t hurt to visit his home

A candied kingdom of confection

He promises wine gums, waffles, and wafer cakes

It couldn’t hurt to quickly stop by, after all

He has a dog

 

And you know dogs are

Gentle and soft as melting marshmallows

Joyous and playful as Pop Rocks

Kind and simple as snickerdoodles, so

 

Proffered hand is taken with surety

Confident in syrupy safety and security

Led back to king candy’s gingerbread house

Along the crimson gumdrop road

 

Dark chocolate front door dragged open

Honeyed coat and elderberry eyes

She bounds forward to welcome you

Excitement brownie batter bubbling over

 

Beneath your breath, a small whisper of relief

Lord liquorish does keep a canine retainer

Fear crushed to shortbread crumbs

As you run fingers through her crème brûlée coat

 

Follow his lead to cupcake couch

It sags beneath you

Enveloping in cream crêpe’s folds

 

He speaks to you of strawberry sorbet

Feeds you cherry cheesecake from a chocolate spoon

Cooks you lemon nougat long into the night

 

But it’s getting late and you’re getting tired

Eyes drooping like date pudding

You stand to leave and he asks you to stay another hour

Just until the rum cake rises

 

But something feels wrong

Sweet sugar-filled words sing from his lips

But something smells burnt

And you realize

It’s the caramel simmering on the cooktop

Smouldering

 

You insist you need to leave

Gingerbread house crumbling around you and

Turn to find your cotton candy coat and

 

He cuts into you

Slicing a serving of pumpkin pie from your flesh

Your screams are drowned in maple mousse with candied pecans

Your raspberry blood ices cake-kitchen floor slates

Your tears run, sugar water drizzled onto ripe plums and blackberries

 

Drowning in the saccharine

Thoughts only of how bitter sugar can be

Honey streaks in the corner of your eye

Her tail is wagging

 

You remember then

As your final breath leaves you

Alone on the fruit cake floor

As your gaze glazes over

Butter, sugar, milk, vanilla painted onto warm doughnuts

You remember then,

He has a dog

 

But that wasn’t enough to keep you safe

395 words - April 2021

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