The Devil is a Cupcake

The devil is a cupcake

Covered in tempting frosting

Sitting quietly on a plate.

Swirls of bright pink icing

Call to me

Like the apple to Eve,

Tempting me to taste

The destructive sweetness,

The temporary knowledge of pleasure

Followed by a lifetime of pain.

Woman fell once.

If she falls again,

May it not be today.

The room is empty

And the devil still sits on the plate.

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