Sugar Sarcophagus

Squatting in the insouciant syrup of a somber solid sucrose, I’m cemented in a molasses morose and its lipogenic fructose. The glucose gathers as regurgitated nectar barfed by a buzzing swarm, And what’s inside is fossilized into a saccharine sticky form. Alas, an amber chamber for a saprophagous future, Entombs me in my own sarcophagus sealed with a sugar suture. In this honeycomb crumbling catacomb that captures those who enter, I’m licked away like a lollipop with a parasitic center. For all that’s left inside of me has soured into a rotten pile of litter, As all that’s sweat outside my skin conceals the inner bitter.