Bursting

One last cookie thought boy
Couldn’t hurt
Would be just enough
To close tomorrow
Just another bite
But too late
No returns
The center cannot hold
Fullness is breached
Like one piece too many
In a Jenga game played backward
Boy barely makes it
Through mom
Before it all breaks through.

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