Finalist 4, The Sa

My Heart Went as Black.

In it went,
My piece of bread.
Stale,
White,
High-
GI.

It was all I wanted
In this cruel
World.
But
The creak
Of the toaster lever
As I lowered the oblong
To it's death,
Sang a song
Of
Despair.

I could sense something
Edging near.
A smell
Of fear.

I could sense something
On the plate.
A sight
Of hate.

For once
My senses did not
Dare
Betray me.

For the marriage
Of the fear
And hate,
Did culminate on this here plate
To form the thing I dread the most.
The travesty that is
Burnt toast.


- The Sa