Look, there's not enough time. Not nearly enough. Soon my strength will run out and there will be almost nothing I can do. I've wasted away in this fridge. I never see why this lady chooses me, of ALL the sweets she can choose, she chooses me! My suffering prolongs week after week as she works discreetly at licking away my insides. The sweet, creamy substance I keep inside me. The substance she refers to as "icing". For weeks she had me confused when she eagerly talked of eating "icing" with her creations of bread (that I now know by "cupcake"). Then when the knife dug deep and took a large chunk of me I understood what she meant and by the eager look on her kins' faces told me that she was not done and neither were they. After that it was quite quiet until she came again, but alone this time and took some of me with one of her fingers. These visits frequented and plagued my week but since the first of this new year she has yet to come back, leaving me stuck with the small energy I draw upon for my daily living. Yet, I fear soon she will come to finish what she has started. Speak of the devil! The monstrosity has returned. 

A/N: This is from the perspective of a can of icing that I have sitting in my fridge for no real reason.