TOMATOES

I did not wish to save him
For he was rotten
Like the festering tomatoes 
In our garden house
A maggoty red
Which bleed seeds
Like the mush of brains
Onto the floor

So when he slipped on the landing
After pushing me around
Tearing at my clothes
Pawing and leering
With a truly evil frown
And was dangled there
Looking rather silly
In a puppets grotesque dance
Well.... I saw my chance

Just like the festering tomatoes
In our garden house
A maggoty red 
Bleeding seeds
Like mushy brains
Onto the floor.
Marion Price(2019)