miss peppermint
the name of the cane
hooking you with my curve as i sooth your nerves
flogging my swirl around your world
a breath of fresh air
providing relief from the stench of redundancy so repugnant
see
i am
calamity
in its most sugar-coated form
providing internal peace
with every piece of me
taste my aroma
it’s potency
dependent upon how well you
tongue me
take me
in
i can open your mind with my scents
and pore your insides with the harshness of my haze
but don’t be deterred by my extra strength
nourish your weakness with it
calm your intuition
fulfill your gut feelin’
and
digest it
it’s hungry
and i’m
good for you
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