A Child's Dessert (poem)

A child plays with his food,

His dessert,

Even though he didn't eat his vegetables,

He gets sweets.

Tonight it is ice cream,

But for once,

There's fresh fruit

On the side.

He searches for the name

Of his new plaything,

A toy for one night,

Never to be seen again.

Strawberry, he says,

But he knows he's not right.

Raspberry, he exclaims,

The realization overtaking him.

With a crushing grip,

He reaches into its heart,

And pulls it out,

Stringing it on his ice cream.

Playfully,

He begins stabbing it with his fork,

Forcing it into the ice cream,

To be overtaken by cold.

The raspberry's wounds are visible,

And as the child cuts it apart,

No blood comes.

It is a wound beyond blood.

Then the moment comes,

The devouring,

But he decides against it,

And throws it to the ground.

He demands for a new toy,

To be thrown away like the rest.

-Zero