The fridge stinks again,
the thing lolling at the back,
sweating, sickly sweet,
cling film wrapped and taunting
as if to say ‘this is just your desert
for peeling me down
till we both cried shameless,
and you held a knife like a question.’
The fridge stinks again,
the thing lolling at the back,
sweating, sickly sweet,
cling film wrapped and taunting
as if to say ‘this is just your desert
for peeling me down
till we both cried shameless,
and you held a knife like a question.’
Carol J Forrester 
Been there!
Can I just say, I kinda love this. 🙂
Thank you. It’s a little on the odd side tonight.
My husband is always leaving halves of onions wrapped in clingfilm in our fridge! I like the phrase ‘you held a knife like a question’.
I swear I always intend to use them, I just never seem to get round to it.
Nice last line linking knife and question.
The mighty majestic onion has been used a lot out here on the trail. I love me a conversation poem.
Held hostage by that held hostage.
knife and question.. nice!
A knife like a question… or even worse the other way around.
A sassy little onion, he was….but I enjoyed his voice in this piece.
My fridge is so bare, I never have this problem, lol.
Well done… like the knife like a question!
powerful last line!
wow