I wake up at midnight while everyone is fast asleep
I make my way downstairs, ever slowly I creep
I go to the kitchen with just the fridge light on
Devouring the last slice of pizza, nom nom nom….all gone
I was originally going to write “last slice of cake” but thought pizza sounded better. I didn’t eat pizza today but I sure love it 🍕😁.
A slice or maybe not
The whole lot will be mine!
Apple, pineapple, mango, maybe strawberry
I just can’t get enough!
I tell them no!
I’m not giving in to my cravings
See, I don’t want pie
I need it!
I want a slice of cake for each struggle
A slice of pie for each sadness
A bit more of both just because I feel like sulking
And prefer to eat more than talking
A slice of cake for happiness
A slice more for craziness
My brother said it’s made out of cheese
That it’s cheesy as cheese can be
I’d like to try a bit of that
If only mom and dad would let me
They told me “no”, they said I can’t
Because I’m much too young
They said space is not for kids
So that’s that and I just hold my tongue
My brother said when the moon is full, it’s much like a pizza
He said he’d give a slice to me
So we can eat it with fajita
I’d like that, oh yes I would!
So ’til then I wait
For the moon to be full
So I can have a bit of taste
Sharp and stinging
hurts and cuts
bruises it does not leave any
deep wound has bound me
sleepy-eyed, teary eyed
blood dripping from my fingertips
it stings, but I do not scream
The knife is sharp
shining in the light
I bandage my wound
and continue to cut the meat
ever so slowly, for the pain,
the wound, is still hurting