Licorice Voo-Doo

The ice-cream store sign read, “Unique Sensation!” A tantalizing twist in a strange combination. What were they thinking creating that dish? An eerie concoction of black licorice. It sounded like such an intriguing new taste. Vanilla cream mixed with a black swirling paste. Soon after devouring my delectable cone, I flashed a big smile, and the damage was shown. The customers cringed at the horrible sight, as if I were haunting their Halloween night. I looked in the mirror at the dark hefty toll, inside of my mouth had become black as coal. It looked pretty bad, I couldn’t deny, as if I were poisoned by black liquid dye. I often consider why that flavor didn’t last, why it dropped from the list so incredibly fast. Perhaps all the screams, or the outspoken cries. Perhaps from the laughter in onlookers eyes. But, likely it was, when the workday was done, they counted the sales, which totaled just one. Should it ever return, that flavor so fine, you know I’ll be back to be first-one-in-line. Until then I’m satisfied simply to dream, of that flavor called Licorice Voodoo ice-cream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Licorice Voodoo is the first poem-story I ever wrote. It is based on an experience as a kid, when my Mom used to take me to get licorice ice-cream that no one else liked. I still look for it, ... have never see it again.