I walk pass it everyday the orange that sits on my table I bought it a week a go and some how forgotten all about it it’s now bruised and covered in mold one side is slowly caving in and the stench is unbearable day by day little fruit flies swarm the rotting fruit filling themselves with delight I guess I’m just to lazy to throw it away or maybe it holds a symbolic meaning perhaps it looks the way I feel rotten, slowly metamorphosing into a mush a big hollow shell full of useless mush slowly oozing out of the sides don’t you just love that word oozing three days ago it smelled just as sweet and the juiciness made my mouth water but I left it alone ignored it pushed it to the back of my mind now there is a craving for something sweet I am ready for the orange my life is at an ease but unfortantly its rotten, moldy and covered in green slime yum!!!!!!
Reason for writing:
gross I know but i did buy an orange and I did forget it on my table yuck :stickout tongue:
Birth sign: Aries
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