I like running

The sound of my feet slapping the pavement

Reminding me of slapping cakes onto plates

I like running

The feeling of breathing heavier

The further and faster I go

I like cake

And savouring the taste

After I’ve been running

I run to the cake shop

And back again

Knowing that I’ve earnt that extra slice

I like running

And the pain in my legs

That only goes away when I eat cake

I don’t think I like running

But I like cake

Blowing up a balloon until its full

Then continuing to inflate it

And waiting for the moment

It bursts in my face

Or watching as someone

Tries to open a tin with a sharp knife

Knowing that any minute now

His hand will slip

Maybe it's like watching

An episode of Casualty

You scream out at the TV

How can they not know?

Or the moment you're stood

At a crossing and watch someone

Walk across, looking at their mobile

Unaware that a bus nearly hit them

Or the moment you just know, but can't explain how

That's it's going to happen

Sooner rather than later

And you're just waiting for the bad news