Pop the lid or cut the wrapping paper.
Inside is chocolate chip gooie goodness.
A yellow canvas adorned in dark jewels.
I use my fingers to break it, tear it,
scoop up the sweet dough.
A little goes onto the sheet and into the oven;
a little goes into my watering maw.
Sugar, salt, and milk chocolate, melted
gold and obsidian dance along my tongue.
Baked to solid warmth, cooled to sweetness.
About the Creator
Shelby R Perez
I am a college student and lover/writer of fiction and poetry, especially Fairytails and mythology. I am working to become a published author, using my love for myths and legends to reintroduce gods, spirits, demons and heroes.
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"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
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Comments (2)
Ok, I need a cookie now. Haha. Lovely writing!
Mmmm, now I'm craving for them! Lol. Loved your yummy poem!