April 7th

It’s a declarative poem (?) today. Think/hope I got it right but at least I am writing again and catching up with the challenges. Tried to write about something different today:


The milk has gone sour and lumpy.
Mould is creeping from the cheese onto the shelf.
The last egg is cracked and oozing.
Someone has scraped out the very last of the butter, and put the empty tub back.
The cereal has stuck together in a solid, sugary mass.
A swarm of tiny flies is circling the fruit bowl.
Shall we feast on each other, instead?


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