Writing Prompt

Born a docile thing,

With cheeks as ripe as tomato skin,

And hands that clung like grapevines.

This small child,

Born clean,

And pure,

And good,

Would be a better beast than the ones who fathered him.

But the vigour of kin can be contagious,

And lit by the hands of his own progenitors,

The boy began to change,

A too hot flame searing his good will.

A child once destined to raise mountain...

Tomatoes are funny vegetables, they sit stationary on the counter until called upon to be eaten.

They are red and in many cases flawless.

They remain Red for their entire lives, except for their early birth, where they may very well be green, as they ripen to maturity.

They are often the vegetable of choice when you decide to grow your first offering at home, in the most basic of environments.

A p...

Ana is a tomato,

She sits on her ass all day long.

she’s too ripe to cook,

with but we keep her here anyway.

Waiting for the day that she grows,

Fucking Ana it’s been a month.

She still laying on her butt.

I’m confused and with no given clue

to why she’s still ripe.

Fuck this shit Ana is going in the trash,

I’ve grown inpatient and extremely hungry.

I will not wait for this bitch no more.

Bye b...