Friday, July 16, 2010

grapefruit

rip the flesh
down to the juice,
a ragged pink pit
of sour-sweet blood.
eaten alive, and
silent still as the
glint
of steel hacks in...
bite soft skin
and lick sugary lips,
drain the orb
of fluid, all
so swollen hearts
can have their fill.
eat it clean, an
empty shell, so
tomorrow the kill
can begin
again.

k.

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