Behind the kitchen doorA Poem by willwebEither like what I like or like nothing at all...The cook kills the light to the outside world where eyes are peering and blinking with powdered sugar particles scattered about on half baked threats trashed and deleted just in case someone moves the curtain, opens the window to have a smoke, flicking ashes on those cast aside in the decaying flower bed below wishing they hadn’t praised those deemed unworthy by one who shouts, “How dare you bake those cookies? I do not like those
cookies!” “I’m sorry sir, which cookies do you like?” “Whichever I decide you idiot!” © 2015 willwebAuthor's Note
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