Garbage
Abandoned
Forgotten
The back of the icebox
is a lonely place
A place where we sit
And wait
We wait
For others
To join us
For once arrived nevermore
do they see the light
Nor the joy of being
Consumed
Salad
Spagahetti
Enchilada
These single servings my
only companions here
In this place of
Desolation
The mold
Comes creeping
To my innards
We try to evade the
green fuzz and stench but still
There is no escape.
Not for us
Us here
Forgotten
Abandoned
We stay, we wait, we
languish
We are the lonely ones
Leftovers
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