Plump, the skin stretched tight
Holding in the sweet serene nectar 
My teeth puncture, then slide through
The blood and juice co-mingling down my throat
Dark cords and cores rail against the intrusion
Seeds once hidden now chokeout, so large
Bubbles burst forth from my lips,
From my skin.
Panic sets.
But so heavy.
The ground meets the fruit
So fleeting, this life this fruit till we’re all spoiled.

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