Creative Writing: Smartfood Popcorn

I was enchanted by her off-white skin

She was like a cloud

She was a bomb paused in mid-explosion

Temptation seen in its most innocent form

Light as a balloon

And as soft as a warm blanket

She tasted of processed cheese

And smoothly dissolved in my mouth

The bag is empty, and alas, she is gone

The remnants of golden kernels and salt linger

My fingers are covered in white residue

It is the powder of my past partakings

(oh yeah, I’m gonna start uploading my creative writing stuffs to Tumblr)

It’s 2:30 AM and I’m drunkenly stuffing Smartfood popcorn into my face watching WAGS wondering why THE FUCK thin Oreos exist… Like who the FUCK do you think you are?