A Love Like Diabetes (2 versions)
By Mute Serenade
Let's smoke the hive
Crack the comb
For that sugary sweet something
Somewhere
On the Glycemic Index
I like...
How something so delectable
Can kill.
I like...
The unspoken metaphor
I'm about to speak.
Because sugar kills!
Sugar kills, you know...
Those sweet little treats
That sang to you in your naivety
That taste on your lips
That soft knowing
Thinking you had a life ahead
Just brimming
With many more.
And nothing was ever too sweet.
Nothing, no.
But when your bones stop growing
A slient bomb goes off in your brain
And now, indeed...
There is such a thing as "too sweet".
But sugar kills, you know...
Are you paying attention?
Your body is calling to you
Your subconscious is warning you.
Your tiny little, socially acceptable preoccupation
To find the sweeter side of life
To find something to sink your teeth into?
Is killing you.
It's easy to blind to
The correlation and causality
Of why your bones ache
Why you're sleepless and exhausted and wanting
Why your heart thumps and your hands shake.
But 9 out of 10 Doctors agree
That you, categorically, can no longer handle
The sultry sweetness.
It's killing you, you know...
And some choose a grand death
Flying high on wings of wax in a mythology of their own making
Because the craven, unstoppable love
Of a candy prison
Is worth all the breaths you'll never breathe.
And some choose a sugarless existence
Living forever a cakeless shell
A hulking husk of warning
To those that still partake.
But ah, the vast majority...?
9 out of 10, statistically speaking?
Are seekers.
Ambling through stuffy aisles of health food stores
To find the Holy Grail of sugarless sweet immortality
Looking for the same lust
In sugar alcohols and low glycemic labels.
Have you tried honey?
It's almost as good!
Almost...
As
Good.
There's a tap tap tap
Coming from a Flow Hive honey keg
I'm beating the sides to exact every last drop.
Never has it been so easy
To stuff exhausted faces
Desperate seekers
With the lie that it'll taste the same
It'll be as good as it was
or... almost as good.
Be the same
As the thing that nearly killed you
With the lie
That it won't kill you just as quickly
While it leaves a funny taste in your mouth.
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Teeny Tiny Gluttony Version (I'm poor and out of space so I'm adding it
here!)
Let's smoke the hive, crack the comb
For that sugary sweet something, somewhere on the Glycemic Index.
I like how something so delectable can kill... Sugar kills, you know...
Those sweet little treats that sang to you in your naivety?
That taste on your lips, that soft knowing, thinking you had a life ahead,
brimming with more...
And nothing was ever too sweet. Nothing, no.
But when your bones stop growing, a silent bomb goes off in your brain
and now, indeed...
There is such a thing as "too sweet".
But sugar kills, you know...Are you paying attention?
Your body is calling to you, your subconscious is warning you.
Your tiny little, socially acceptable preoccupation to find the sweeter
side of life,
To find something to sink your teeth into? Is killing you.
It's easy to blind to the correlation and causality of why your bones ache.
Why you're sleepless and exhausted and wanting.
Why your heart thumps and your hands shake.
But 9 of 10 Doctors agree that you, categorically, can no longer handle
the sultry sweetness.
It's killing you, you know...
And some choose a grand death,
Flying high on wings of wax in a mythology of their own making.
Because the craven, unstoppable love of a candy prison
Is worth all the breaths you'll never breathe.
And some choose a sugarless existence, living forever a cakeless shell
A hulking husk of warning to those that still partake.
But ah, the vast majority...? 9 out of 10, statistically speaking? Are
seekers.
Ambling through stuffy aisles of health food stores to find the Holy Grail
of sugarless sweet immortality, looking for the same lust in sugar alcohols
and low glycemic labels.
"Have you tried honey? It's almost as good! Almost...As good."
Never has it been so easy to stuff exhausted faces...
Desperate seekers...
With the lie that it'll taste the same.
Be the same as the thing that nearly killed you,
With the lie that it won't kill you just as quickly...
While it leaves a funny taste in your mouth.
Comments on "A Love Like Diabetes (2 versions)"
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On Thursday, June 14, 2018, Poeticexorcism
(86) wrote:
Great poem! It definitely hits home with me as I am type 2. I hate you sweet sugar but love you at the same time. Thanks for that!
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A former member wrote:
The health nut in me just keeled over in a sugar overdose :). I hope that this does end up in the book, as this brought a smile to my face. Great as usual, lovely lady. Rebs:).
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On Monday, August 7, 2017, carlosjackal
(3010) wrote:
Such an original hard-hitting piece. Fuck it, sugar, it's going on the list.
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On Monday, August 7, 2017, Mute Serenade
(445) wrote:
Haha, thanks :) I see what you did there! With.. the sugar... And the subject matter.... Aaaahhhh you, haha :)
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On Friday, August 18, 2017, carlosjackal
(3010) wrote:
This should have won the contest :)
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On Friday, August 18, 2017, Mute Serenade
(445) wrote:
Awe thanks. It'll end up in the book if I slim it down :)
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On Wednesday, August 2, 2017, Drea
(1443) wrote:
That last stanza hit this home. I'm glad to see you posting. Now I need to read more from you.
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On Tuesday, August 1, 2017, worm
(1194) wrote:
my mom would inject her insulin while eating a cinnamon roll... there was no telling that woman anything! an entertaining and insightful read... ~worm~