The Birth of the Candyland Succubi

Eruption, a harvest from black jelly beans 

sown under the premiere rainbow of spring,

Oreo acres, crumbled like dirt, bloom mean 

little things you crave for dessert.  Red ring 

lollipops each extends for a lick.   Dire 

decision, which one to pick? Born sugar high,

age of majority, pigtailed vampire

doppelgängers of a Botticelli vie 

for your attentions upon chocolate shells.

Each direction proffers more delicate 

smells — spun candy, cinnamon, but telltale

bitter howls of the petulant celibate.

Only one you can pleasure, rest resent 

your mortal splendor in blades of fresh mint. 



Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker.  She is a Best of the Net 2020 finalist.  Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of 20 books of poetry including Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (Hedgehog Poetry Press), Flutter Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), and Girlarium (Fahmidan Journal).  She is the founder of Pink Plastic House a tiny journal and co-founder of Performance Anxiety, an online poetry reading series. Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie) and her website kristingarth.com

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