Written by Areej is a Saudi-born Pakistani citizen, now doing her B.A. in Ontario, Canada. Areej officially studies English and Philosophy but can be found at all hours gobbling up a book on something or other. While being a devoted DWL-ite, she is also (very much by luck, chance) a Poetry Editor at The Missing Slate. She happens to write poetry that some deem publishable, also by luck, chance, and in her spare time (if an undergraduate student can claim to have such a thing) she indulges in copious amounts of bad television and cheesy movies about kittens. Her favourite word at the time of writing this bio is "silly." Read more by this writer |
Share Your Candy, ChildrenShare, your candy, children. Good girls go to heaven –
where Adam and Eve ate candy apples with soda and slept naked under trees.
Let’s play hide and seek in the garden and drink pearl-dew from flowers and mommy’s not home.
So let’s make believe – I’m Adam and you’re Eve – I’ll give you my apples if you let me savour your candy.
Share your candy, children. Good girls go to heaven.
I promise. |
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