The last Inktober of the month winner is by Maddi Ryan…
Word: Onion
A message for Bob.
Tears trickle down my cheek
As Bob looks at me, smugly.
WHY HAVE YOU KILLED MY FRIEND, I scream,
Though only internally.
His pungence burns my nostril hairs,
His grin is like a stab to my soul.
How can you just sit there, sprout straight, proud:
What a grotesque sight to behold.
His new form is quite fitting,
Matches his key characteristics.
Bob is just a good for nothing, worthless,
Little piece of flavor for fish sticks.
Bob thinks he can just get away,
Run off with no one to stop him.
Well, not if I have something to say;
He never thought about Jim.
