Humankind are like atomic cake frothy frosting on top, a face shown to the world. Pristine perfect pretty but not very interesting.
Deeper is the chocolate. Somber serious. A dark silence that plunges to the abyss strawberries beneath, red as lips red as heart because
Everyone has bled.
Below it is messy organic and rich. We are bananas. We are nuts! That is
the best part. But leave it exposed for too long and it may spoil.
All these supported by the base pure flour, an ever standing fortress. Sticky. Sweet.
This poem is in response to the Daily Prompt Layers