Chew On This

Metaphor for an overversed and sometimes trite emotion

My fingers falter
as I peel the wrapper to
expose the neon pink treasure.
Placing it on my lips, the sugar slips in,
rendering me hypnotised, focused on the
sweet rubber in my mouth.
Chewing, my jaw stretching to fit
this false rush, my mouth mourns the departure
of the sugary grains on my tongue. The acid fills my mouth...
and I spit out the traitorous wad.