The Crust

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Nothing is soft through and through,
free of that hard, chewy exterior,
that protective layer browned slight.

But we chop away, disregard,
cast aside for hidden charm,
of rot and indignity and dismay.

We don't chew or pull or bite
but consume meals lite,
with the edges cut, the plate undone,
dismantled - incomplete.

For it adds flavour to
what is plain - adds beauty
to the pain.


~ written September 2024