She Revels

The path to Hell
is forked like the
tail of the silver-tongued

She revels…

amidst the cuts
and crumbs and
licks icing from her

one pass,
with a split-lick


I’m still numb to the cut,
a quarter-piece lost
to the silver-tongued
cake knife


she brought.

Do cakes call their
toppings “icing” because
the baker’s last touch
is so damned cold?

I think, once divided,
the cake will never know.

©️ CG Tenpenny, 2018.

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