Pomegranate

For you, you seem alone, and I’ve known many like you

I’ve lived with many like you.

And I feel like you

Till I am not like you

Or me

 

And asked a question of how to see you.

The woven lungs and snowflakes hide the strain

And as you drain

and drain

 

The stains of mental drain is a blood bath

It cleans and gleams on the reflection of my iris

The expectations of the tenderness of skin and meat are so unlikely

It doesn’t tear but rather

breaks apart

 

They can’t bite the fact that this is what I am

The inedible definitions does not nurture their minds

Its dry and sticky and far from replenish

Swallow my teeth to see if it grows in thier head

And seasons bring the ripest one of all

 

Till again I am covered in my own blood.

 

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tumble

whats in the foot

and suddenly stepped on the seed

the burr starts to grow and mold

Times in my mind

been thinking of weeds

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