Food for Thought

The restaurant was cold and isolated

Its doors squeaked with agony when I pushed them open

The waiter stared at me with persistence, compelling me to use my uneven nails to fix his untreatable heart

I tried for months, and when I was not able to fulfill his one wish

He forced an unthawed, dry salad down my throat

As I bit the leafy green lettuce, I began to choke

Choke on the words that were never able to come out correctly

Tears started to form- the smell of the expired ranch filled my lungs with toxic fumes

The waiter turned his back on me when I reached out for help

Days later, I went back to the restaurant to give suggestions

Instead, the waiter used some strong silver tape to shut my mouth closed

The restaurant claimed that their salads were fresh and healthy

But it bittered me to the core and left me crying on the floor

It claimed to only put love into my soul

So why was I reaching for chocolate besides salads?

Why was I walking into the Willy Wonka Factory instead of Salads for All?

Lies- those salads were not just for anyone

It was for those who are closed minded

The salads were for those who could not see beyond the horizon

The unhealthy salad was not for me