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