Scraped Peaches
05.23.2022
I stick my fingers in the gook
and swirl around in the feeling
of being sludge.
Of being literal, human garbage -
Messy, chunky, and dribbling pink insides.
I smooth out my surface
and squish down the gelatin
that holds my peach skin in place
as you scrape out my insides...
Thwack your forked tongue against the
harsh, cold metal
bowl that contains
my blood, sweat, and tears.
Swirled up into a foamy surprise,
I watch as you set the burner
to 300 degrees
and squish me up into
little balls.
The bits and pieces of myself
that you decided to steal
and eat up.
Chomping on my self-confidence
like a bloody entree,
and a sprig of green
on the side.
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