Your voice
The way you laugh
The way you stutter
when processing your thoughts
Swirl around in my head
In wisps
Undisturbed
Unbothered.
I blink
They're struggling to stay open
At the onion
On the kitchen counter.
I held onto to the knife
gingerly
As the blade sank into the flesh
The painful, pricking part
Was non-existent
Yet the counter was flooded
A box of salt knocked over
And merged well with the overspill
The vegetable was soaked
Grew moldy
Stank.
Liquid seeped out-
Its putrid stench
lingered
Get it out of here.
I hesitated
To toss
Hurl it, even
out the window
Right then and there
It used to be caramelized
Oh so sweet
Much more than kettle corn
People laughed as they felt sick
But they would walk away
With a happy sigh
a shake of head
and look of understanding
It's now an ill shade of brown
White and black spots seeped
and spread itself
Along the original curves
Of the object
There is no return
It's now pungent
Rotten
Presumably bitter
I wouldn't dare taste it
Again.
Or would I?
YOU ARE READING
Imagination
RandomIf you happen to have stumbled across this book, congratulations. I warmly welcome you to hitch a ride into the mind of mine and explore the wonderful world that different combinations of words can paint and create. Welcome in and enjoy the journey...
