Thursday, June 1, 2017

fruit

there is a blank page before me in which i am to fill with words, inter-mingled and displayed in such a way to emit some sort of feeling from within, to evoke a disturbance beneath your skin, to dig down into your roots, in order to make you want to stay on this here page. but i am so tired of sharing spilled secrets and letting you crawl in the emptied cracked crevice of my heart space only to be told you don't like the peel or the bruised parts of the fruit. so slice away.

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