Fat Goth Poetry

My lolly pop
My sugar sweet
My perfect top

So elite.

See me squeeze
See me dance
See my curves

An avalanche.

Buckles straining
Tendons tight
Ribbing shrieking

Goth delight.

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.