instagram chocolate

Break me

Break me open with a wooden mallet, watch me crumble and curl like those instagram videos of fancy chocolate, watch as my hot molten drips

heavy

like tied up tears.

go on, try it

I want to see how far we can get

Before I'm reminded of the very reason I caramelize

the very reason I hide my sweet, soft middle

moaning.

I won't let him touch my stomach.

I won't let him see the tear stains

from my last 1 Am car ride

facing Indifference,  his mallet in hand

I am lava cake.


My best friend once told me, she said

People can't save you, fix your own fallacies

and I played her voice in my head like a song you can't kick

like Bon Iver's Blood Bank

and I drove until the mallets disappeared.