An Unripe Proposal
By Andrea M., Beverly, MA
Hard-hardened apricots
Domino slowly from the shelf above the microwave
Teasing water plays rhythm in the steel sink
The screw holding the faucet in place is left slightly askew
Radiation from the peach, pealing heater coughs
China cups in blue mosaic patterns
Lay with their last remains encrusted into their world
Musty dressed curtains agitate the weary eucalyptus
Crying for a drink
Something left unfinished haunts the silent room
Dry wax pools strangle the once silver holders
A peeler, rusted with experience
Finds a place by the sane floorboards
Sheets of undiscovered scribbles float
The ink drooling messages into the puddle on the floor
A deep purple creates
As the crimson streams over the dreary blue tiles
A fruit fly cheats a taste of the kitchen
It is surprised by the lack of breath that remains
No hand moves to stop its wings
Black ballpoint pen leaves its mark on a soiled napkin
Maybe it was supposed to be a secret
The coughing radiator spews a hiss and ceases
A circle grows in the red puddle as a single apricot slips
Something left unfinished haunts the silent room
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