i keep leaving
one strawberry
to rot in the refrigerator.
i didnt intend to make it habit.
a ritual
after every grocery trip.
carefully selecting the sacrifice.
im in my villain era.
it takes
just about a week
before i see the white crystals sprout
the slow melting of its skin
folding back crushing itself
the escape of sweet aroma
as fortells a sacred demise.
its sick to make it suffer, i know
but i do, and with its passing
i know its time to clean out the bin.