The bargain bin
- the trash can-
exhibits no mercy to
the bruised, hardened
and flavorless take backs.
Where fuzzy red-yellow skin
has slimy open wounds
and stems are too short.
Countless times the rollercoaster sways-
picking up, tension rising,
yet accelerating back around again.
There's twenty - maybe more - of us
who need to be bought by sundown,
before we shrivel away as unloved wastes
of juicy peaches.
Author notes
H o p e l e s s D r e a m s
word prompt: recycle
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Comments
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Wow. This is amazing. I really don't know what else to say. Haha. <3
Countless times the rollercoaster sways-
picking up, tension rising,
yet accelerating back around again.
Thanks for entering my contest.
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1. name in AN, spaced out like so: q u i x o t i c .
2. your prompt is recycled.
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