"I knew I had to get out of there
Before the icing cracked and they discovered that I am burnt around the edges,
Doughy in the center,
That what they thought was sugar is salt.

If I was a good girl, 
If I could satisfy their cravings,
If every thought in my misshapen head didn't bite,
I might have stayed at the table.

Wouldn't you run, too, from such voracious love?"
-Cristine Heppermann