Defruiting

Rough hands wrapped tightly around me, I almost mistook it as an embrace.

Plucked from among the others, for a moment, I am chosen.

For a moment, you look at me with desire.

Sinking your nails under my skin, you peel apart my soul.

You will later find pieces of me beneath fingernails.

Your delicate kisses have left harsh bruises on the fruit of my heart.

Sweet nectar bleeds from my core while your bitter poison sinks deep into my roots and seeds.

The guilt sticks to your hands as you try to wash yourself of me, shame stains your skin.

A beautiful mess you have made of me.

An unwanted flower left to rot.

You don’t know it yet,

But I bloom in the darkness of your bottomless hunger.

Ache for me.

For I cannot feed the hole in your stomach.