She was in pain, she was angry,
she wanted everything to end in hurry. . .
Until one day, she tasted life itself
on one tiny box, with a ribbon on top,
a slice of love in her first Choco Moist.
In no hurry, she slowly unwrapped it. . .
Her Ego flew away, far far away.
It left her miles and miles with no words to say.
Choco Moist was there, Choco Moist stayed.
Everyday she filled her daily dose with no delay. . .
Time had passed, Time was cruel
She let it be, but it wasn’t long when she became unwell
When she thought she wasn’t sad, she wasn’t lonely
For every bite she took, she was ecstatically happy. . .
Once, a bite of Choco Moist filled her eyes
of tears that took her by surprise
For instead of happiness in a box,
All her visions locked. . .
But instead of recognizing the Ache,
instead of her moment to recover and wake
“Another bite wouldn’t hurt”, she thought.
inside she knew,
It was the last Choco Moist she would’ve ever bought.
Oh, a different kind of Martyr she was
to finally realize her cravings. She knew at last
Behind the Toothache and the chocolate dirt
You’ll only know it’s real love,
when finally it Hurts.
BY LUNA JOY
HER FIRST CHOCO MOIST
She was sad, she was lonely.
She was living a life, as it should be.