Just a dash of unpleasantries you served!

The very grains of you
were ground to a paste
to marinade the heart
to your liking

but as time has it
I was no more the seasonings
you sprinkled liberally
all over your ego
until I’d run out

only now are you paused
considering a refill of I,
or a change in brand
as you continue to bake
the very thoughts
that made me rise,
you slowly turn
your oven off.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

kind of wound up an upside down cake....
or a bad quiche----because it wasn't cooked all the way...like he was not loved all the way.

what a good metaphor this is.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

thank you j for your kind words.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh! Not many dark and challenging pieces drip from your pen Sir. This is a sad as the protagonist endures the will of another and has little control as though a simple condiment.

[andrew mitchell]

Nothing personal pure fiction easily mass produced after a night’s work. Thank you John.