Staring at me--
with frosty indifference.
Displeasure concealed
in the constant rumble--
of your laughter,
amid crisp sarcasm--
of uninvolved emotion;
Fingers caress your chest,
never realizing--
you had no heart.
Just an assortment of--
nerve endings,
without connection--
to soul;
Your ever present eye,
ominiously illuminating--
my faults.
Layered between thighs,
filled with dimpled--
animosity;
Where once svelte frame--
lay thinly,
within the hinges--
of your acceptance.
Now you speak
with chocolate offerings--
of cake.
But with a delicious voice --
calling,
"why don't you smear--
that on your thighs?
It will end up there anyway!"
Your little piggy,
who once basked in the glow--
of social normality,
has become the vilified hog,
of overstuffed--
proportions;
Against my struggles--
you still enable;
Swinging freely,
trapping me within
an endless cycle--
of empty fulfillment;
And I stare at your frame,
seeing myself.
A distorted reflection,
within constantly enlarging
visions--
of self-loathing.
My tears fall unheard,
as you whir into action.
And amid the purr--
of your own perfection,
I swear I hear you call--
"here piggy, piggy--
sou-wee."...
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
WOW, I had NO IDEA that a refrigerator might be so cold and evil. 
