Dare I try carrot cake

Hush and hear those drunken footsteps 

the floorboards creaking,

just ever so slightly louder,

just ever so slightly closer,

the door handle shakened then turned

like me,

I too am shaken,

I too will be turned into something a lot more futile than before.

Here he comes,

the man with the leather belt

the man this morning was grateful for my tea,

but I spilt the milk

and now,

he deems me spoilt.

I am scared to try carrot cake,

how can one put so much trust into a vegetable.

How can you have so much expectation off a foul dinner.

I am the carrot and do not expect a lot from me.

Crack goes the belt.