a confection too good for your tastes (2024/11/30)

Now that I'm no longer willing to bend at your will and kneel for your whims, you see me as an unruly and untamed beast. Now that I've broken the contract that bound me to your rule, I'm something that has yet to be sculpted and baked into something more desirable, a pretty and proper cake for your eyes.

But the cake is no good if it's overdecorated. My vigor is ugly to you, and the way I've done my frosting is full of blemishes yet to be redressed. It's unacceptable that it's unlike the rest you've seen, and not like all of the other products you've chosen to admire. My masterpiece is ignored in favor of your picturesque menu portrait. You claim to adore it, but what you adore is something it's not.

You should know that I've always hated desserts that were too sweet.

So when I brandish a knife and slash at that illusion-coated pastry in a manner that's not right, and desecrate your creation as I betray to you its insides, it is an infringement upon you. It is a transgression that the sweet that glazed your realm of vision be ruined in front of your eyes. It is a disaster whose reach you scramble to confine.

Yet even as you lapse back into the foolish illusion of your reins and I sheathe my weapon, the truth will always be known.

You were never the artist, and that confection was never yours.