Wednesday, November 10, 2010

peeling pomegranates

it was like giving birth,
in that cramped apartment,
fingers sifting through soft
flesh for ripened seeds

it was like committing murder
on that scratched wooden floor,
in your underwear,
ruby juice like blood, spattered
against lower stomach,
right above where your womb 
would be

would be.

it was like leeching life, 
to lick it from your fingers,

it was like the most lonesome
kind of death, to fall asleep,
curled into yourself on that floor,
room, heart and abdomen empty,
thighs, teeth, and hands
stained red. 

1 comment:

YourOasis said...

wow. that's one dark pomegranate. (lol)

again, amazing.