Used goods

the peel of a banana,
the wrapper of a chocolate,
a much anticipated love letter,
the package a gift came in,
I found these in the trash today;

these once contained things that
people held to their lips gently,
tasting their sweetness,
inhaling their heady smell;

things that they embraced to their chest
and it brought them peace
and satiated their desires;

things that they swallowed down
their damp throats into hungry bodies,
filling their appetites and their hearts;

things that were once wanted
their essence extracted,
their purpose fulfilled,
their beauty enjoyed,
now discarded
into a pile of meaninglessness,
like a damp, crumbled, used condom.

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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