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Chocolate cupcake
Berry pink frosting atop
One bite 'til it's gone
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Cold air and bare feet
Second-story balcony
Voices down below
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A slip of the hand
My cupcake skydives away
My mother looks up
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An electric gasp
Chocolate splattered forehead
And she collapses
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Back inside the house
In the sunroom, all of glass
The light is low now
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Stained on window pane
A ghostly face has appeared
My mother gaping
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No lesson is learned
Another cupcake outside
My mother's sister
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My mother's mother
A line of matriarchy
The past is frosted
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The sunroom scares me
Pane after pane is now etched
With shrieking faces
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About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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