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



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