go back


held in arms, my insipid heart
that twists and turns
through the blackberry vines
inside of me, as i purge it out
held in arms, the only one
who would ever hold me back
how could i be worthy
of eating a sweet blossom
how could i be worthy
of eating anything at all
and yet i have to eat
the innards and the flesh
spit out so long ago
i can still taste it on my tongue
and feel it twist and turn
held in arms, my young face
how could such a sweet child
bear no fruit
how could they have been born
without a body to be fed on
and yet i have to eat
and yet i have to eat
and yet i have to eat
and i am worthless
if i have to eat
but i cannot feed others



blackberries