Frosting
Shots of joy
Glitter scatters in my belly
Liberated and adrift
I yearn to touch the knife
An idealized future
A dream takes shape
A temporary high
The cake is baked
Another slice
Raw nerves exposed
Numbness follows suffering
More files for my cabinets
Mistakes are a promise living makes
Paralyzed not to repeat
Frosting from my mouth to my chest
Only after eating can I cease