Poem By: Mia Gong-Swanson
It was easy.
You lifted the blade
And drew a line down the middle of the smooth surface.
A waterfall spilled over the shining cliff
and dripped onto the pale icing
painting it red.
You stared at the artwork before you
Devouring it with your eyes
The taste sits lightly on your tongue
sweet and bitter at once.
And then a flash of silver lightning.
A bell’s lone echo as it chimes against glass floor.
staining it with vivid red tears
followed by a dead silence.