Updated: Jul 23
It was easy.
Silver blade draws a trembling line
and slices past awning marzipan smooth skin.
Cherry jam flows over icing
painting supple coating a vivid rose red.
Mouth hungers at scarlet swirls,
As wondrous eyes devour the bittersweet sight.
In hand lies venomed medicine,
the deadliest dessert of a poisoned feast.
It’s swallowed down a dark abyss;
fifty sweets shine a path to waiting shadows.
Then blinding light and shrill bells ring
as the deadly cure trades black for sobbing screams.
Final flash of silver lighting
then a shattering glass plate and broken crumbs.
Once white walls and floor stained wine red
leaving no echo…
only fatal silence.