The cake is ruined!
The one I used to devour,
till my mouth and heart were filled
with ambrosial divinity.
I hardly remember what it was like
when it was fresh.
All I recall is
a faint smell
of red
and white.
a faint taste
of love
I put into some earlier version.
a faint touch
of the soft, sugary scent of cream
caressing my skin.
a faint sound
of sweet, savory syrup temptingly
calling my name.
But the bottle called louder.
And I drowned it,
in too much
liquor.
Now, all I can taste
is the stale cream,
abandoned for ages.
Now, all I can feel
is the hatred,
hatched from neglect.
Now, all I can see
is this green-and-white-eyed monster,
Staring back at me.
A reeking, rotten, moldy, mushy smush
Of mash,
its divine days long gone,
Ripe for the trash.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
The cake is ruined!
The one I used to devour,
till my mouth and heart were filled
with ambrosial divinity.
I hardly remember what it was like
when it was fresh.
All I recall is
a faint smell
of red
and white.
a faint taste
of love
I put into some earlier version.
a faint touch
of the soft, sugary scent of cream
caressing my skin.
a faint sound
of sweet, savory syrup temptingly
calling my name.
But the bottle called louder.
And I drowned it,
in too much
liquor.
Now, all I can taste
is the stale cream,
abandoned for ages.
Now, all I can feel
is the hatred,
hatched from neglect.
Now, all I can see
is this green-and-white-eyed monster,
Staring back at me.
A reeking, rotten, moldy, mushy smush
Of mash,
its divine days long gone,
Ripe for the trash.
