Toasted goodness
straight off the pan
The delighting sandwich
to feed your hunger
Two pieces
of one whole
See their insides
as you pull it
Has the filling
somehow gone bad?
Or will it be
good enough to eat?
If you start to pull
the pieces too much
Will you expect the break
or will you pretend to not?
Maybe the sandwich
wanted a chance
To not be eaten
by someone so careless
Did you notice
the satisfying pull?
The food worked so hard
yet you didn't care
Toasted goodness
it dreads the pan
Because if it goes
then you will come
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry of C. Hester
PoesíaSilly, deep, or otherwise interesting poetry written and edited by myself! Hope you all enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing these! Thank you for considering my collection! ~ xoxo, zoe (IB: @JadeSparrow12410)
