Bike basket full of blackberries
As I ride back
Bleeding fingers
Scraped wrists
Dark juice in the corners of my lips
It was beautiful how they clung to one another
How the protected each other
How they shared.their.thorns.
Was it wicked of me to have picked them?
Or should I have picked more?
Dark tears in the corners of my eyes
Torn thighs
Broken nails
As I ride back
Bike basket full of blackberries
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Bike basket full of blackberries
As I ride back
Bleeding fingers
Scraped wrists
Dark juice in the corners of my lips
It was beautiful how they clung to one another
How the protected each other
How they shared.their.thorns.
Was it wicked of me to have picked them?
Or should I have picked more?
Dark tears in the corners of my eyes
Torn thighs
Broken nails
As I ride back
Bike basket full of blackberries
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