musings of my own

Christmas is over

the cookies are not

they linger.....still they linger

bulging from faded tupperware

bulging from plates left behind

bulging from large soft body parts

they linger

.

i long to remove them from my presence

amist the protests

to free myself from their torment

to cast them into the pit

the bulging body reaches for the bulging plate

.

.

.

who will save me?