being a child, i remember loving the tangy taste of cherry cough drops, thinking it was pretty good for not being candy. growing up, i started to realize that they weren't tangy; they were medicinal, and that to a child, they might seem sweet because they don't know any better. some people say they miss being a kid so that they didn't know the things that they know now. But I would much rather know what I know and be capable of making my own choices then to be kept in the dark like a child.
Spilt blood seeps into the cracks of the earth Floating gently down like a plucked feather Deeper and deeper into the black soil Which turns purple, slowly, like a bruised fruit Carrying its infected blood to the core. Festering roots grow, a tumour, Which rises and bursts like an overripe fig Into the open landscape below which it swelled. Pink leaves hang from its twisted branches And casts a black shadow submerging us all