“Cheese”
Portrait picture flashed
As he pushed down the button to snap me
That’s the aroma that contained me.
Strong like Stilton
Ever present in my cavities
He said “cheese”
As he mapped his addiction
With pictures
To show he had conquered another victim
Was cheesy, with his grin
As his imprint
Left trails
Of legacies that would never be fulfilled
But spilled
Down
People like ‘me’
I can’t bare the sight of cheeses
I wear a crucified smile on my face
As it is bleeding.
Weeping from the lack of sleep
As he snapped and said Cheese.
I’ve not told this to anyone
So I’ll never start healing.
But be left with this feeling
And scent of…
By Deji “DWordChef” Babatunde
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