Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2019
I left a hard boiled egg, and dried chili in a pickle jar.

I had a briney, eggy, chilly pickle in my fridge for weeks.


You can't pick in a pickle jar frozen in time just to see.

It's a bullet in the eye that never had a chance to breath and see.


So, one day, maybe, if I'm brave,
I'll have the strength to eat

The flavor I fermented in a jar at the end of the world with solar heat.
T R S
Written by
T R S  29/M
(29/M)   
  181
   J J and Bogdan Dragos
Please log in to view and add comments on poems