NaPoWriMo 16

#16 is something silly I wrote on my phone before collapsing into my bed yesterday.

Raisins

I can't be friends with anyone
who doesn't like raisins
You can make out faces sometimes,
in their condensed grape-y goodness;
tiny shrunken heads
One must appreciate
nature's candy--
more macabre than eating gummy bears
and sweeter