pomegranates and mint


It is sap dripping from our lips. 

Seeds and cypress trees- 

no foot can touch this frazzled forest. 

Even I, figure amongst the deities, 

crumbled under these branches that  

twist and curl something sinister  

around the edges of your lips.  

I wanted to taste that, 

become of what you are created from, 

emerge as you once had. 





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