Horrid Pie
I probably bite off more than I could
chew.
Hungry once but now sick in the tummy
by that horrid pie that was
just so delicious.
Baked with 6 core ingredients
the pie was formed,
with only a tiny dash off pepper for
the kick
in my face.
The oven was grinding my teeth down
and churning my gut as I waited.
Waited.
Got to eat it while it’s hot.
It should have been a sign when a drop
of saliva
sizzled into nothingness on the pan.
But I dug in so deep so fast as if I
used a shovel.
Burned my fingers. Burned my tongue.
And now I’m sick.
I thought you were the doctor but
you were a
“Phoney!” in disguise.
I vomited and all you did was inch
away
as slow as the winds in a hurricane
and didn’t even bother saying
goodbye.
