Katherine stole lunch boxes from all the wards
and stashed them under her single bed. She slept,
willing the food to wilt, so she could hold
the stench of apricots. She pinned her name
badge to her chest and asked whether food
with fungi, left, could somehow become alive.
A dead body compost under her. Her very own body farm.
[tag word: TREASON from Kit Clothier @storminateacup]
100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.
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