Growing Ugly

by fortytwo6x7

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Knocked from the sack by a careless hand
the potato fell
it rolled until it wedged its self
in the corner
beneath the vegetable rack

The cupboard door slammed
its echo resonated
through the darkened chamber
the potato yearned
for the klan it had been ripped from

Hours turned to days
days turned to weeks
the potato sacrificed its goodness
giving its moisture, its nutrients
to the sprouts protruding from it’s body

A blinding light engulfed the potato
it felt hands, heard voices,
witnessed faces recoil
at its wrinkled appearance
it was again, plunged into darkness

From inside the bin
the potato gave forth its wisdom
and accusation.
I grew, despite the barren conditions
you placed upon me.
how dare you find
the form that growth took
repugnant

By
Forty Two
© Forty Two, all rights reserved.

Picture Credit : imigearcade.com

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