I Scream, You Scream

It's here

It's now

It hollows you out with an ice cream scoop

Until all that's left are chunks of frozen strawberry

It's life

It's torture

Living here in the freezer beneath a cardboard lid

Behind the frozen waffles that are covered with freezer burn

The spoon feels like a screwdriver

It twists in your side

You wish you could shiver

But you can't even hide

Someday you'll reach your expiration date

Someday they'll throw you out

And you'll melt into some sewer grate

Until you're all run out