Cake

The corridors, long and not so empty
A portal creator strapped to my arm
She’s calling me, telling me what to do
Her children, those eggs
They know, they want to play
I feel bad when they fall and crack
Edged on by chocolate promises
And candy coated peanut butter pieces
Shaped like fish
I’m almost there, I can almost taste it
And then they tell me
The cake is a lie

I made this poem for a challenge and thought I'de share it and put it up for publication :3 Hope you liked it!

~Karin