POETRY
BITTER FRUIT by ingrid lu
Sharp-toothed, blunt-tongued something Jumps down my throat, Worms its way into my stomach And ties it into knots. It bites, snaps at my core, unbridled and unleashed, Whispers sourness in my ears, curdled, rotten, Begs me to snap an apple from some forbidden branch, Curls into my gut, blackened and shrunken as the figs Shriveled in my backyard, the ones I never dared to taste.
It bites, snaps at my core, unbridled and unleashed 25|The penchant||DEC 2020
