my tree has grown many pomegranates
my seeds have fed the selfish
their greedy hands ripped my flesh
my blood filled seeds staining their teeth
my fruit is left empty while their stomachs are full
years of this bitter routine continued
i was tired of being a tart treat for the greedy
then he walked to my tree
plucked a fruit delicately from my limbs
instead of biting into my flesh, he peeled the skin
revealed each seed laying in the fruit
the seeds resembled rubies
i was a treasure
but i have fermented
i stained his taste with bitter alcohol
i will keep trying to grow more pomegranates to appease his taste
trying to feed him well and keep him full
but until then, i will witness his eyebrows furrow in disgust
watch his tongue twist my seeds out of his teeth
his lips beg for something sweet
i am not a strawberry to savor my dear
for the hatred i have endured has left a blood bath in your mouth
now you hate my fruit too.
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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉ℯ,𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇,𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 (𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓉𝓇𝓎)
PoetryA collection of poetry telling the stories of my life in multiple arrays of symbolisms ♡︎ Trigger Warning: This poetry depicts abuse