Vintage Fridge

You live with a fridge from yesteryear. Her door is old and the suction is a bit off.

Partying like you’re in your twenties, you drunk too much last night and feel flat.

You descend the staircase to the kitchen for some relief from the heat and sickness.

Placing one foot in front of the other, you stand in front of your vintage fridge.

You open the fridge only to find that there is a secret garden hidden inside your love.

Putrid smells and semi-decaying pumpkins reveal themselves to you in horror.

You see moss, mould, mushrooms and something else growing in that ecosystem.

Peachy, you feast your eyes on the greenery and decide to close the fridge for good.

You value your tummy, so upon closing the fridge you kiss her and say goodbye.

 

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I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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