peach pit

pulling strings between fingers,

i feel the weight of my limbs as i move,

i’ll break skin on shattered glass, i’m a real girl

and i bleed like one, too

black sparrow, pierce my palm, i feel it

like an arrow, 

you don’t know how deep 

the roots go till they’re ripped out

i thought i died last night, but i woke up 

with a ringing in my ear and in the wind,

i felt the warmth of july and i wanted to cry,

i wanted to rip it out of me

i’d fall into obscurity, if not for ma galerie,

i see you, voyeur, watching me 

curl up in bed with ma folie,

sweet peach pit poison, swallow me

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

I like the magical dream-like state of this poem. I was thinking the peach pit was a good metaphor directly by reading the title before i read the poem. Well done!

[Arundass TP]

Dreams. Dreams...Once I read Interpretation of dreams. After I see more dreams... Good poem 😂

[NormaZ]

Very powerful, I love the last line especially, "sweet peach pit poison, swallow me." Beautiful use of words, that all come together to make a beautiful poem!

[nadia dmitri]

Such intelligent language use, I love the way you connect separate ideas while still keeping their distinct impacts, great job :)!