She sits down in the chair,
And opens the tub ever so slowly.
Her hands shake a little as,
They gently remove the content.
Each parcel is precious.
Perfectly wrapped in silver foil,
That shimmers in the rooms dimmed,
Lights. She stares at them with perceived admiration.
Or maybe she is just admiring herself?
Her brain refuses to remove their case,
She doesn't think she needs to,
Although she craves their warmth, the taste, everything is left unopened.
She can do without.
She is better than that.
Stronger.
The tub is thrown in the trash,
And she seeks satisfaction from the
Delayed reaction,
of her peers. Who's heads turn away
Before she,
Has taken a bite.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
She sits down in the chair,
And opens the tub ever so slowly.
Her hands shake a little as,
They gently remove the content.
Each parcel is precious.
Perfectly wrapped in silver foil,
That shimmers in the rooms dimmed,
Lights. She stares at them with perceived admiration.
Or maybe she is just admiring herself?
Her brain refuses to remove their case,
She doesn't think she needs to,
Although she craves their warmth, the taste, everything is left unopened.
She can do without.
She is better than that.
Stronger.
The tub is thrown in the trash,
And she seeks satisfaction from the
Delayed reaction,
of her peers. Who's heads turn away
Before she,
Has taken a bite.
