22 January, 2015

Exposed

Gently slicing into your bitterness,
I peel around your red skin,
And cut out your core.

The air on your snow white fruit,
Distracts from your beauty,
Turning you brown.

I disgard parts of you,
Like you are a piece
Of garbage..

Biting, chewing, spitting out the brown
Softness that has gathered,
I eat of your fruit.

Copyright Denise A White

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