Melting Memory

• Danielle Hulme, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

The wrapper sounds like rain pouring.
The creamy chocolate waiting for escape.
Opening it quick, like waxing.
The empty wrapper, discarded, with nothing left to give.

The chocolate is meeting its destiny.
Crumbling in my mouth, swimming,
the thrill, the caramel, the amazing taste.

Melting, melting like on a hot summer's day.
It dives down the tunnel of darkness and ends its exitement.

The tase is over.
Just kept as a memory.