The Doughnut

The doughnut looks like it's got frost over it;
it smells fresh from the baker's;
it feels, when I pick it up, all squidgy;
it feels like prickles on my lips.

I take a bite. It feels sweet on my tongue.
It tastes like a flood of jam
going through my mouth.
I munch and munch and...
the doughnut's gone.

All that's left is sugar.

Fire 16; Jack Hughes