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