Skulking beneath your crinkled foil coat,
Lurking and waiting,
And all the while clouding my conscience.
You were brought in great honor;
A noble gift,
A motherly affection,
But you send fearful chills up my spine.
All yellow and green and brown,
The foul colors
In a soup of gray,
Like bile or brains in a cheap horror film.
And your image fits with your smell:
Moist, rot, and decay.
A nasal assassin,
This reeking enemy of the nose.
In good faith you were accepted
With false smiles
And empty thanks,
Before you were stashed away.
I pushed you to the back shelf,
And edible treats,
Where your metallic shield could be hidden.
Still I cannot forget you are there,
Waiting and lurking,
And gnawing away at my mind.
I want to just be rid of you now,
To trash you,
Or drown you
And watch you sink down the disposal.
Of course she’d know what I’d done.
She’s a mother,
She would just know.
And the shame and guilt stay my hand.
So for now you still haunt my fridge;
As a monster,
Or a smelly ghost,
But perhaps tomorrow will be your demise.
Yes, perhaps tomorrow…