Why do I find myself here again

Trolling the streets staring

An uncontrollable hunger burns me inside

I have a need that can’t be filled

Why do you close so early Bakery

Once again I drive home Denied.

I will have vengeance

My hate will burn you.

But in the morning you are open

Your baked treats sooth my hate

For now.

Tags: angst, Dessert, rage

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