Overanalysis

I will turn the ellipses
At the ends of cryptic sentences
Into my own apocalyptic lollipops…

I will suck on them
Until my tongue is raw,
Lips chapped and wet,

Devour words and punctuation
Until I reach their centers:
Empty.

No Tootsie Roll.
No bubblegum.

Armageddon,
All for nothing.

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