MILKY WAY: A POETRY COLLECTION - A SPOON WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A SWORD

I fight daily—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgRPhYJSstu
whether as a hobby or a humble chore.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJNTJi1NRBf
Not every battle is fought upon a battleground.

The fork burst into laughter.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡshUZaZKDFR
"Daydreaming again, my friend? One doesn't have to be that blunt."

"I am no less than a sword," the spoon replied. "Say what you will.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVMyuAU9b8T
At least I do not prick. What's the difference between you, needles, and pins?"

The fork rattled in protest.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmRXXlLl0ss
"A sword?" it scoffed. "You're a spoon."

"And yet I rescue. I serve. I carry warmth to trembling hands.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhdt7DBnhR4
A sword leaves wounds. I leave people fed."

"You need sleep," said the spatula at last. "Such fantasies can be exhausting.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfrAvNUJyx
Sometimes I wonder whether we're even kin."

The spoon smiled.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0GhaPAgizX
"Perhaps.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBaysClr8aw
But we are what we choose to be."

The fork sighed.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl5dSzePbnO
"Then choose to be useful.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJpIx19P7pM
The soup is getting cold."

The spoon paused…57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv56ociU1a2
then dipped into the bowl.

"A knight reports for duty."

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