You live in a capsule of no horizon, where
thoughts bounce forever off
the rounded walls. Until, dizzied
you kill them all.
Now you have the peace to
in the competition of the birthday cakes,
the colour, theme, design
more important than the taste. And
the effort, all too quickly eaten,
by the many mouths.
Alexandra O’Sullivan lives in Melbourne with her son Nicholas. She has a BA in Media Communications, Literature and Composition. She writes fiction, poetry and creative non-fiction.
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