What Next?

What Next?

You killed me the day you picked me.
You’ve cut me in half,
And the last drop of blood has been squeezed out of me.
My only question is,
What will you do with me next?
Will you peel my skin and hang it up to dry,
To keep its delicious scent?
Cut me up and eat me?
Adding sugar to dull the taste?
Or will you throw me out, to go to waste?
Will you put me in a cold box,
To await my fate?
And what will you do with my blood anyway?
Will you drink it?
Will you take out my organs,
And put them in the ground?
And what about my veins?
Will you toss them aside,
Leaving them to drain?
Will you simply leave me here to decay,
Just...wither away?
Will you add me to a salad?
Paint a pretty picture of my dead body?
And what about my belly button?
Will you cut it off and chuck it away?
Or leave it attached to my dead, cold body?
Will you put me in the blender?
Whatever you decide to do,
Just remember,
I am,
A fruit of life.
I am simply,
An Orange.