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Left to Spoil


By Jeffrey SparksPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
Left to Spoil
Photo by Anita Jankovic on Unsplash

At what point did you decide I should parish?

Left on the shelf to let bacteria dine.

Are you happy now that I am spoiled?

Rotted by whim or planned by design.

Were you tortured as I expired?

Or was it the sweet release that you had in mind?

Have I always made your stomach sour?

Or was I marvelous before my decline?

If so, did you ever think to take me to dinner?

Or were you too embarrassed to pair me with cherry red wine?

Unless of course you’d rather I thank you for

allowing me the pleasure to smell this new foul odor of mine?

I suppose I’ll completely rot before you answer

so I’ll just wait,

and lay alongside,

incredulous decay with my pride.

Thank you for taking the time to read “Left to Spoil.” If you enjoyed my work and want to read more, please check out “Panes of Glass,” which was featured as a Vocal Top Story!

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Jeffrey Sparks

Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.

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  • Meg2 months ago

    Brilliant! Thoroughly enjoyed this poem from start to finish. Great metaphor. I could really feel the emotion here. Great job!

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