(Poem) – Papaya on a Kitchen Counter
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I sit, a trembling fruit,
Upon the kitchen counter,
Alone and scared.
For I know what is to come,
The knife that will soon slice,
Into my soft and yielding flesh.
Oh, how I fear the end,
The moment when I am consumed,
And cease to be.
Yet even as I tremble,
And try to hide away,
I cannot help but wonder,
What it will be like,
To become a part of someone,
And to be loved and enjoyed,
In my final moments.
So I steel myself,
And wait for the end,
With a mixture of fear and anticipation,
Hoping that I will be savored,
And not simply devoured.
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