POETRY

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EAT OR BE EATEN. 2017

 

I scar and bruise

Like a peach,

Internally

As well as out.

 

My will

My soul

Is my stone

My drupe

My pit,

My strength and my pitfall.

 

A fruit that is tough

A fruit that is hard

Is not a fruit that is ripe

Is not a fruit that is wanted.

 

Soft, like velvet

My skin,

Rich and sweet

My flesh.

 

But, I will rot,

I will waste,

I will not survive,

Unless eaten alive.

 

I need 

But do not wish,

To be eaten.

 

This is where a woman lays.

 

Eat or be eaten.

 

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