I don’t know why they call it “sweet” revenge.
There’s nothing sweet about it.
It’s a horrid addiction that I can’t break away from.
Not sweet at all.
In fact, it’s left quite a bitter taste in my mouth.
It’s a taste that just won’t go away.
It makes me feel sick and turns my stomach sour.
But I need it.
I’ve forgotten how to live without it.
How did we come to this?
How on earth did I let things go this far?
The craving returns.
A new wave of nausea hits me with the taste.
I cock the gun.
The trigger is pulled with a bang.
The taste of metal...
Yes, it’s the taste of blood.
A bloody revenge.
There’s nothing “sweet” about any of this.
It’s all red.
All I taste is the scent of blood.
A gumdrop bullet in the heart.
All one flavor.
No matter what kind you choose.
Same kind of candy.
A lollipop blade in the throat sticks fast.
Only the red kind.
They’re all a sticky mess in the end.
And after digestion?
What a bitter taste they leave inside.
No more than an addiction of the worst kind.
Death in every bite.
Oh, yes, a “sweet” revenge indeed...