Take the spoon and lick the shadow of cookie dough cocaine,
Let memories fall on your taste buds of a child playing sane.
Smell the sugary dough baking, forming habits to be changed,
See apron covered faces cutting cookies that are deranged.
Spill sugar on the counter to clean it up with your last hope,
Forget the chocolate chips you wanted, true bakers don't mope.
Hear the oven timer beep, signaling one phase is past done,
Take away years of crusty trays and a life of decision baking has begun.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
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By Amanda Starks5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Decision baking! 😁 You had such cool word play and choices in here!
Very interesting word play!
Nom nom cookie dough! Can’t say no to that!!
The sensory details and authentic kitchen imagery create a powerful emotional impact and made me feel like I was a part of the scene. Also, I love the title
Thoroughly enjoyed this. I love the juxtaposition of childhood innocence/nostalgic memories with the drug usage.
Wow. Deep!
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