It always came back to me, haunting me.
My own mother cruel as she has always been
Pushed me closer to the monster.
Its million yellow eyes staring at me
Its blood, red with flesh to match
The monster touched my touch and I would flinch
Trying to remove any taste of it in my mouth.
It’s putrid, disgusting taste
The monster tasted sweet.
The monster was kind.
That was when I realized that
I like tomatoes.