tyrants

persimmons

today i thought about eating your pain, digging my fingers into the dark earth and pulling at it by the root. i thought about its small, dull ache, thought about how it made something inside me rabid - thought about how it foamed with loneliness. i knew if i'd put it to my lips, gentle and soft, it would grow around me, bury itself deep inside and suckle at my soft sweet heart until it bled.
but still i think,
i think of how it would break open against the white shores of my teeth. i think of how bitter it would taste. bitter, then sweet.