there's about 3/4 of a pound of sugar in that, 4oz butter, 2oz lard, 1 oz golden syrup... I think I'll get you some Ribena instead!!

So this is what happens when the heart is ripped right out of the home? We’ve been served desire, and we’ve been served absence, but this dish is something else. Funny really how the meat looked delicate, pretty bows and pastel pinks, but here, the sugar saturated proves bittersweet, gushing and bleeding. Tainted by the tell tale bite, a dainty destined to remain on the shelf, for who would wish to finish a spoiled morsel? The whole structure seems to be crying out, tears of amber, desperately trying to knit itself together, growing hard and calloused in the face of despair.

The Queen of Hearts has gone arrhythmic, and whilst she remains captivating in her finery, there is a darker depth to the pools of blood like jam, defiled and seemingly desecrated, the walls that have been let down provide a glimpse into an almost anatomical centre.

The facade has been broken, and the naivety inherent perhaps to the likes of first love has been revealed, but then heartbreak proves to be just as raw each time, and just as debilitating. In time the softer parts will indeed grow harder, but will always be brittle. In time hope may be found at the bottom of the box, but hope will never quite fill the gaping hole. Time heals all wounds, but wounds are being dealt, all of the time.

This one in particular swept me off my feet, and I personally found it very dark indeed. Food for thought, perhaps my reading came from a dark place, I can see honey, and I mentioned amber, but ultimately, I see blood.