Friday, April 5, 2013
salad (4-5-2013) NaPoWriMo #5
the office was silent, he slowly
tore off the
tight the lid, sound
of it peeling echoed
in the stillness of a general afternoon.
hungry. he opens the plastic container,
clanking the fork against
his desk accidentally,
nearing the bowl only
to find disappointment
as a fly trickled from the container.
he leaned back, looking at the stained
crying, mind weak,
he muttered a few
words, "a muthafuckin'
fly flew out of my muthafuckin' salad."