Secret Cakes

I’m terrible at keeping my own secrets
They crash against glass walls
Birthing cracks
A slow leak
Forming a puddle on the floor
I’m embarrassed.
I fret the consequences.
And still,
a part of me enjoys having this dangerous, verge of explosion feeling. At any moment it could all come tumbling out of my mouth.

So I’ll keep it,
and I’ll save it up.
I’ll savor this sick excitable feeling
until I erupt in a mushroom cloud
of glitter
and confectioners sugar.
Or I’ll let it bake away until it burns
and adheres to its pan
in a black brick layer.
And there I’ll remember it
by the sooty taste it leaves
in my mouth.

~ by emberyn on October 29, 2013.

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