Slicing vegetables
like a meat seller in a crowded market
she let the knife cut deep
like a heart cleaved into two halves,
one red and one dark
revealing the shades of emotion
like an actor on stage.
Was it her
or, was it someone
who lived in an age forgotten
like a shooting star in a pitch black horizon?
Was it her
or, a dewdrop counting its time
before it evaporated
on the leaf it made home?
Dicing into little pieces
the vegetables lay shredded
transformed, spruced up
no longer their original bland selves
taking up a new form
like Cinderella on the Ball Night!
prompt: a metaphorical self-portrait
like a meat seller in a crowded market
she let the knife cut deep
like a heart cleaved into two halves,
one red and one dark
revealing the shades of emotion
like an actor on stage.
Was it her
or, was it someone
who lived in an age forgotten
like a shooting star in a pitch black horizon?
Was it her
or, a dewdrop counting its time
before it evaporated
on the leaf it made home?
Dicing into little pieces
the vegetables lay shredded
transformed, spruced up
no longer their original bland selves
taking up a new form
like Cinderella on the Ball Night!
prompt: a metaphorical self-portrait
