One of the book people? This book might be me, The cover sugar coated Cupcakes, shiny Abstract by design; But inside there are lines And scars of pen on page And things less sound or sage Than bright and brash. Outside pinks and pastel swirls And flowers suited best to girls Frills, paper cases, fairy dust And barely veiled hints at lust, But inside lives my mind Curled in a corner, cowering And turning cogs at frightening pace In motioning emotion. A soulless thing this book is, Does it know that which it does? It holds nothing but pages Love, death, and cliche – us? Half-formed thoughts and lines that don’t scan And that feel out of place Between cupcake covered covers Trimmed with sugar flowers and lace.