it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Friday, November 4, 2011

dark fruit.

ripped my smoldering peach-pit heart right out of my screaming chest
hurled it to the ground so i could hear it shatter
jagged pieces lay in wait, smothered in sticky candy-apple red

that familiar salty sweetness trickles down to my cherry-stained lips
burning my feverish cheeks with its implied weakness
shivering slightly from the chill of the checkerboard tiles
the black & white reminding me of my tarnished innocence

rotten-banana bruises slowly begin to reveal themselves, sickeningly sweet
along with fresh new cuts, raised in rusted-razor-induced agony
my head inquiring as to their purpose
my lungs drowning in drunk sincerity
my heart drenched in strawberry wine

light-headed from my staggered breathing, convulsing from infection
radiating so much heat that my pulsing aura is glowing like an ember
watching the black tiles melt away with all the grime into a pool of filth
until i'm left alone in bittersweet insanity.

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