POETRY

rotten / spoiled fruit

 

watermelon

red with black seeds 

92 percent water 

8 percent sugar 

100 percent rot

take a look inside my warm body and 

watch how it decays

once sweet, now sour 

the rancid stench of ego death

fumes born to suffocate

a corpse waiting to be filled 

the sacrifice of a woman’s labor tastes 

as sweet as cherries

sink your fangs into my fruit and drink me dry

look at how easily the fluid flows 

blood and water and sugar and all

chew me up then spit me out once your tongue 

rejects my rotten flesh 

flesh that you perceived as savory 

flesh that you felt best suited your appetite 

until you realized it was spoiled goods 

what’s wrong?

didn’t you ask God for a damaged woman to love you?