Holiday Cookies

Just something I whiped up a couple of days ago.

She wears an apron with a subtle

Euphemism in words on the front

With bouncy red hair and eyes that's colors change

With the daylight

Moonlight

And night life

I've never felt the kitchen so warm

There is something really sweet

About the scent of cookies

Sugar

Peanut butter

Chocolate chip

Candy cane cookies

We used to bake like this every year

I was Mrs. Clauses best little helper

I was an elf

At least in spirit

I haven't baked with her in 4 years

4 Christmas's

And hard times

My ribcage was crunched by snow

And my body encased in ice

My very existence cooled down the color of

My eyes

In past seasons

My heart was punctured

Warm thick blood masking my body

Picture perfect corpses

Entrenched in my finger tips

I've never felt so much hate

In past seasons

Not this year

My mom's baking again

I'll be her favorite elf

And there will be no cold fingers

No cooling rib caged crunches

Or heart break, a beating knock on my door

I missed the scent of cookies

Author's Note

everything here is intentional