485. Poem by Jaden Knight

Your scent still clings to my blade
an hour later
as I begin to clear up the mess
going to destroy the evidence
of what happened this evening

You lay there as I cut and peeled your skin
never making a sound
as if you didn't know what was going to happen next
as I laid you on the table and picked up the knife again

I chopped you into pieces
and put all into a pan
made myself a tasty soup
for myself and 4 others to enjoy

I will not forget you
nor can I forget your taste
how could I erase you from my memory
you were the biggest onion I bought