Ryan Foster

The Cake

my teeth snapped -
the chime of failure
& frosted steel
rang throughout
the hall.
all those brains,
personality,
ambition -
all lay broken
on the whalebone
desk. seduced
by gleaming
mouths, the smile
of this horde, oh yes,
it was healthy
stuff, i could see that.
then the leers,
the laughter,
rebounding
off the ceiling -
‘he’s useless!’
and down the
bloodless
desperate throats
swept the
shards of promise.

Ryan Foster © 2012