Poetry
Cheese that oozes evil,
coercing their fellow condiments.
The chef sniffles in solitude.
Breaking beyond the bread’s borders,
edible emotions escape from within.
The chef stirs in a tear.
Acrid eggs cloaked in cheese,
blush behind delicate shells.
The chef clears the evidence.
Bread melting into crumbs,
a tornado of taste brews.
The chef assembles a sandwich.
She assembles a sandwich,
yet this time, it bursts
with flavor and feelings
that freely flow.
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