You are a stone fruit. Dancing in the plastic tree of my youth. I wanted to eat the delicious plastic cherries
I am the stone fruit, the stone pained and deserted
The fruit split from the seed
Burst from the open, raw sun
Leaking it's glands, so blistering and hot
Onto my stone
Groveling like a crying child under a weeping willow
You became my stone fruit
You smashed the fruit into pulpy masses that leaked too little water
You dappled in the society of sin
Without actually diving in to touch the stone inside
You judged yet you painted us like a canvas
A pretty canvas you can amuse yourself
Lies like how I told myself you really cared
Stone fruit, humans are stone fruit
Sucked bittersweet, angry and alone
Alone even with the others hanging next to them
Crying tears of life & love unlived
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous will be published by Eukalypto
& Atonement will be released this August by JMS Books
Comments (1)
Gosh this was so profound, poignant, intense and emotional! Such a powerful punch! Loved your poem Merly!