Expiration Date

Tired eyes of a hypocrite,

exhausted from 

impersonating complexions

and mastering public expectations;

you reek of a sweaty crowd.

Your grocery bags 

packed with insecurities,

as you shop down an aisle

for artificial compliments,

face plastered in dairy cheese,

for anyone, anything willing

to sprinkle you with 

sugary adornment.

But then,

your abusive comments

start sautéing me,

cutting me like fresh meat 

from a local butchery,

fruits on the side for a little

enhancement,

beautifying grotesque seasoning,

and casting me out like

a past due

expiration date.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Comparing yourself to mere groceries, something I haven't seen done until now. Clever concept, I applaud your last two stanzas, as those were perfectly phrased to build up intensity and release it as easily.

[demureminds]

Haha thank you