I pray before the altar
my hands spread, my soul bared
the zenith of my desire nears
Twisted bone and roasted flesh
the bitter conquest of my foe
The spoils of my victory
More and more are brought before me
Each presenting their flavors
My tongue is my flail
My teeth are my sword
Thanksgiving is my battlefield
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.
Expressions of love
Expressions of joy
Intentions of happiness
Cookie Company
You validate me
Red runs like blood
The silver knife cuts deeply
Cheesecake
Soft white pressed on hard black
The heat of the joining melts; slowly twining
Smores are my sin
