A love that lingered afloat
inside for years,
yet I never thought it would come
Fruits resplendent with pink flesh
that when plucked, became replaced
by something resembling a plum.
Eager for another tasted, I pressed
the purple orb to my lips.
These new fruits
made me vomit, left me weak.
They tore at my insides,
they drained me
When all seemed lost, a pink fruit fell
at my feet.
I consumed it, lived in it, and was filled
with life anew. Painless. Invincible. Warm.
In its place dropped five poisonous plums.
Wanting warmth once more, I knew
I had to put poison to my lips
to reap the reward. Give and take.
Pain for pleasure.
I curled into a ball, awash with fear
and screaming for help to all
who would listen.
All seemed hopeless,
until a luscious piece of fruit fell to my feet.
I tore into it, swallowing
pit and all.
I suddenly found myself walking
along the sands of a secluded beach,
her hand in mine, white hair flowing
like the tail of a kite in an autumn breeze.
A little boy and girl, similar in hair color
with skin like morning milk,
held each of our free hands.
The warmth filled me.
Like a celestial joke, the sky became black.
Water thrashed around
beneath the dim glow
of a now-red moon.
The children screamed and melted
away into the sand,
becoming one with the ground.
I felt fingernails pierce my other hand.
Her eyes matched the color of the moon,
hair ablaze with blue and purple fire.
Her fair skin had become coarse
like gravel, cracked and bloody.
She laughed while I dropped to my knees
and blood leaked from my palm.
I tried to break free, but her grip
was iron tight. I screamed
at the biblical horror surrounding me.
Like a witch, she plucked a piece of fruit
from out of nowhere. I recognized
its purple hue. Poison.
Blood ran down her arms
and mixed with mine,
sending a stinging sensation soaring
throughout my body.
I begged for death,
the nectar wouldn’t be enough
She speared her sharp nails
through my chest,
tore out my heart and tossed it
into the violent sea.
Before I collapsed, she put the poison plum
inside the cavity that housed my heart
and sealed it by burning
my flesh with her hand
I gasped for air, slipping away into
the bony, cloaked arms of Grim Death.
With a cackle, she disappeared, leaving
a luscious piece of pink fruit
in her fading footprints.