A pomegranate
Not knowing that she's his next victim
Now
She has been torn apart
While he
Lust in his eyes
Devouring her
Though they might say
"It's what matters on the inside"
Therefore
Her 'insides' are what's being 'consumed'
By a monster
By a man
And when he was done
He left with pleasure, satisfied
While she
Still torn apart
Tired and ruined
Who knows
She could still be targeted by someone else
A pomegranate
Is she
I'm so sorry if this doesn't make any sense, but what I've heard from the meaning of 'pomegranate', I assumed it was smth like that
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The voices in my head
PoetryHere are some poems I wrote about how I'm feeling. I'll update whenever I can depending on how I feel. Some poems might be a bit disturbing for you guys so read at your risk ✯ - Highly recommended/my favs ❄︎ - Disturbing/inappropriate/a bit sexual (...
