Pickle

February 2, 2018

I was once a cucumber, pure and fresh to the taste.

After all, it’s easier to be pure when young and thoughtless.
Years passed and gifted me with the bitterness and frustrations that come with it.
I sat pickling in the juices of my discontent.
Now I am a pickle.






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