Fudged

A poem about...

Her perfectly  made cupcake eyes 
Now charring like old paper in a priceless sink
Flying freely, only for said phenomenon to twist the child proof top on the miracle and turn her into fudge.

The label reads, "It must be taken with food." 
Nothing left in his cabinets of hollowness but
A memory of her SOUL... food and the pill bottle that 
expired three months back.

He opens the bottle nevertheless; smiles,
takes a dose of her,
And less than a minute later Fudge
Had evanesced. 
Somehow, someone was able to save him from her
Yet, he was still tempted
With an assortment of other Confections.
All of whom were made from the same  ingredients as was she.
Who? 
Was she?