I Wrote This Before Everything Was Apparantly Ruined For Good Poem by Samantha Stough

Peel the layers off,
One by one,
Of the scab protruding from my chest
It’s but the remnants of an endless onion
Eaten by a handsome herbivore
Once mine, but now a fading stench I am upon his breath

He hollowed me out
Like the tiny gourd we found
In the middle of the street one day
He wouldn’t hurt a fly,
But he inadvertently hurt me
I just long for the chance to say,

“Oh, love of mine,
I have learned much
From our mistake
Give us a second chance,
For despite us nearly withering our sapling,
A strong oak it could still yet make”

That voracious vegetarian
Ravaged my sentiments
And nearly swallowed my soul
Who’s fault it is
Does not matter
We just did not remember control

Sowing season’s coming round soon,
And my stubborn affection
Will burrow it’s seed under your skin
But, songbird, do not panic,
For my intentions are organic
And, surely, anew we can together begin