Cookie Dough Cocaine
Habits
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.
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Meg
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I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 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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