Dark chocolate is my favorite treat,
My grandmother brings it back
When she comes home.
It sometimes has raspberries
Or almonds,
And we sneak a piece before dinner,
Because it's dessert before dinner
With her.
I ate dark chocolate
Yesterday,
Before a bloody nose,
Before she suddenly talked about
Biomagnetism,
Whatever that is.
A hoax on curing everything,
Cancer,
COVID,
Amnesia.
She wanted to put magnets on my nose.
Why didn't she help me after 45 minutes
Of bleeding?
She left to go to her room.
I was weak,
Tired,
And I needed a little help.
But I didn't want the magnets on my face.
So there was no help for me.
No help at all.
I ate a piece of dark chocolate afterward,
And today,
I think,
I'll talk to her again.
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