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The Powerful Pie

May 10, 2015
By egold BRONZE, Needham, Massachusetts
egold BRONZE, Needham, Massachusetts
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I snatch a slice
and take a bite.
I feel the juicy
jam burst
in my joyful mouth.
As I take the second
slice, I know that
it should be my final
piece, for this apple pie
is overflowing
with cinnamon
and sugar.

But I take more.
I shove a third, a fourth,
a fifth piece into my mouth
until the pie disappears.
Then I heave,
and retch and regurgitate
until I am empty.
Now I sniffle
and wail because
the all powerful
pie has consumed
my happiness, exactly
like I consumed
the pie.



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Joey said...
on May. 13 2015 at 12:57 pm
omg i love pie

Jess said...
on May. 13 2015 at 12:56 pm
wow this poem just speaks to me