Writing or music that is excessively sweet and sentimental.
I believe treacle is a
physical substance.
It comes from the eyes
but is not the same as tears.
It is a viscous ooze,
sweet but not sugary,
emerging from the
corners of the eyes at
secret moments of pain.
The undertow of memories from
stories never told, of
lovers hatefully forgotten but
never fully dismissed,
of failures never sent
into the heated parlor of
conversation.
