Rated for Everyone
Everyone Image
Categories:
Starsrite Challenges

The Plate

Bookmark
HomePoetryThe Plate

She pushes me away with disgust
like a diner who finds a hair in her meal.
I am the plate.
Filled with warm delights,
still steaming, still trying to be wanted.
Untouched and getting colder.
Never to be eaten.
Destined for the bin,
(that graveyard of good meals)
already crowded
with other hearts
nobody finished.

 

    1
    Copyright @ All rights reserved

    Post / Chapter Author

    More From Author

    Related Poems and Stories

    1 COMMENT

    LEAVE A REPLY

    Please enter your comment!
    Please enter your name here

    You must be logged in to read and add your comments