Cake Poem by Rosa Flintholm

What is it doing here?
There must be enough for two families.
Shit, why now?
I was doing so good for a chance.
Almost don't eat.
"Did you eat some of the cake? ❤️" my mom texted me.
No, I would rather die.
It's staring at me from the counter.
Burning holes into my mind, I can't stop thinking about it.
No, no, no.
Stop it, you know you can't.
I took a shot of lemon juice and walked away.
I was safe, for now.