I dangle heavy and low on my Mother’s limbs
Gravitating towards the earth below
Her arms outstretched
Ready to let me go
I hold on
Looking down to see
What is it that awaits me
Figures salivate with hands cupped
Anticipating when my lush form
Will plunge into forlorn palms
Now I await a fate unknown
In bitter silence
A stark contrast to my
Sickly sweet interior
No longer a bud
No longer a juvenile
I am whole and desirable
Ready to be picked
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
I dangle heavy and low on my Mother’s limbs
Gravitating towards the earth below
Her arms outstretched
Ready to let me go
I hold on
Looking down to see
What is it that awaits me
Figures salivate with hands cupped
Anticipating when my lush form
Will plunge into forlorn palms
Now I await a fate unknown
In bitter silence
A stark contrast to my
Sickly sweet interior
No longer a bud
No longer a juvenile
I am whole and desirable
Ready to be picked
i've been told womanhood is a scary thing