Outside

Outside

 

The thirty years we spent

Inside the meringue

Were among the happiest

Of our lives

 

It was only when we had eaten our way slowly

Through its thick innards

And broken through the shell

That our mouths began to feel a little sticky

In the cold night air

 

 

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