Excess

The toffee broke from my root my tooth.

Sugar seeped through my gums.

<>My blood swam with insulin.

The moments clogged with energy

<>as I swore at the tooth,

at the annoying root

but not at the toffee.

Frozen I could not sip

on hot or cold

nor munch or crunch

until thawed, I ate everything

at the banquet for gluttons,

even more toffee.

(c)--Christina Cowling