The Burden of Eating Cake
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1 min readNov 21, 2017
Around my neck
I wear the frayed ends
of unraveled alibis which
I have rewoven
to suit my conscience.
How unfortunate,
as I eat my cake,
each dirty crumb dropped
on my phony napkin
tightens the grip
around my throat until
I choke with regret.
