74% Dark Chocolate
The successful balance of 74% bitter and sweet — even a tiny bite makes you ecstatic!
Carefully picked from the chocolate town,
a memorable brand at the edge of your tongue.
Episode 1: 74% dark chocolate
I hid some chocolate bars in my backpack
& ran to school under the glaring sun.
Pleased to see no teachers,
so I secretly unwrapped the sweet packaging.
An amber-eyed snake giggled from behind.
I lied down on the yellow desk; chocolates helped me survive.
Those ambers murmured a muffled sound,
I can't hear them: I wished; I bet.
On the wrapper of the chocolate bar in my hand,
it writes 74%, in golden lines.
Episode 2: 74% maitim na tsokolate
I was 17 years old, besieged by those evil eyes around my seat.
They still look at me, mimicking and smiling.; I look down at my shirt; is it too clean that it reflects myself
Is my body Am I closer to trunks, different from osiers? I don't understand what those words meant.
Laughter stays infinitely, in every piece of my soul. Those amber-black mouths reached for me from a forest's dark show.
Episode 3: 74%黑巧克力
Chocolate is dark; chocolate is sticky; chocolate-chocolate is weak. Chocolate is weak. It dissolves in water, It melts under the sun. But people never melt, do they?
Is night the color of my skin?
Is snow the symbol of purity?
The giggling questions never end in my show.
Episode 4: ❤️74% ダークチョコレート❤️
They’re staring and judging at every piece of my life. Words never go.
I know chocolate is miserable, to be called the forbidden fruit of Eden.
胖点有福气！* (But chocolate helps me survive)
It isn't a bitter snake's eye.
None would dare to be courageous,
to refuse the compliment one by one.
Episode 5: 74% темного шоколада
11/09/2003: Today I tried to give him a chocolate bar but he said it was disgusting and told me to look at myself before talking to him. Chocolate was melting down his fingers. Summer flourished in the infinite flows of choco-lake. I looked into the mirror which reflected the piece of black chocolate lying forever on the shelf like the ultimate positive version of my life. I would never understand why people dream about pale white, nor would I have swallowed a most fateful sin.
The Finale: 74% malhela ĉokolado
Chocolates
falling
from my pockets
I feel them, but they slide down from my fingers;
*There is nothing here.*
I see them tumbling down,
smashed into pieces,
lying on the dirt,
back to their origin in the rainforests.
Chocolate. Chocolate. I see you melting down.
Behind every mirror, each day and night,
the memorable brand of myself melts down.
-—74% never lie.
Footnote:
*: Being plumpy equals luck.