Soft peaks rose only to be covered, weighed down by expectation and a history of disappointments. It's little wonder we all crack a little under the pressure. Life's confection overly reliant on a saccharine finish and false compliments to the chef. A temperamental beast that demands too much attention at every stage and greedily pushes champagne out of the way. A dessert I care not for but ritual dictates I ask for seconds as it is declared the best iteration ever by those more worthy than I. Intolerable heat deserves an intolerable show pony, so here I am with a second helping slowly cracking under the pressure.
Angele Toomey Poetry 