There The Muffin Lay

There In a bakery, behind the stainless glassed window,
There on a white ceramic plate, in a little buttercup
There,
the muffin lay.

There I stood, staring down at the delicacy,
Imagining the tastes of this single entity,
Thinking of the Luxuries of it melting down my throat
but there,
the muffin lay.

completely perfect, dead center of the clean amd glimmering plate
little did i know the steam reverbrates from it due to the content from within
little did i know the texture is unique to itself
but still,
there,
the muffin lay.

I proceeded to buy the muffin despite the warnings shown to me as intuition
and i had that glimmering plate now on my table
i tucked in my chair towards the edge of the plane
and as obediently as before...
there,
the muffin lay.

I picked it up with my long, slendger fingers
mingled it with my palm and thumb
grouped and squeezed it to have the feel
i was satisfied, exhilirated from the texture that resonates from it
now im my hand,
there,
the muffin lay

i placed it to under my face
the scent rushing up my nose
and my heart did race
as i was about to take the sinful dose

there in my mouth,
the muffin lay.

My teeth sank deep into the flesh
but soon hit the fiery, chili core
it scorhed my tongue and numbbed my tooth
it wet my eyes and it did not sooth

i throw the muffin back in disgust
and there it stood
on the glimmering plate as it did before
half-torn from its buttercup
crumbs now litter the more
but the muffin stood, as studious it could

the embers flowing from within
to without onto the glimmering plate
my feelings with the muffin shared
my condolenses as i did nothing, as the muffin bled

once again,
there on the glimmering plate
its fiery fillings on the dish the muffin shed

as i left...

thus ends the story of a hot-tempered muffin
deserving its fateful fate
no longer behind stainless glass and on a glimmering plate
no longer in the glory of its maker's make

thus ends the story of a hot-tempered muffin
deserving its fateful fate
seeing through the lasts moments of its day
there as obediently as before
the muffin lay.