I am spoiled like curdled milk
Expiration
Desperation
Lost and cold in the fridge
When the light is off, and no one opens it

Consume me
Sickness follows
Sticky and embarrassing, I slide through
The cap is caked on
The fill, is

Half full
Half empty
A ritual of being forgotten

I am the mold in your fridge
The sickness in your stomach
And when you buy more
I’ll be gone