#rind
The orange.
The peel.
The rind.
The bitterness of words,
You left unsaid.
You said you were tired,
You said she was right.
You kept writing,
Like it would save him.
Like it could change things.
Like it would make him learn.
Like it could make him
Care about you.
Care about the things she said,
Care about the things she did,
Care about choosing,
Choosing you.
You wanted him to peel the orange,
But we both know,
By now they're out of season.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 11:48 AM UTC
it is easier
to keep the rind on.
to look at the orange
on the counter
and pretend
it isn't going soft
from the inside out.
we think we're
saving ourselves
from the stinging spray,
the way the juice
burns the small cuts
on our thumbs.
but the longer
we leave it unpeeled,
the more
the sweetness rots.
and eventually,
we aren't avoiding
a mess—
we are living
in one.
don't wait
until the fruit
is too far gone
to share.
peel it now.
let it sting.
at least
you will finally
know the taste
of the truth.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 10:55 PM UTC
Night lowers its curtain of silence,
my only time to steal away, and
**** the flavour out of every
lovely rind.
It is its lime
bitterness,
mine to enjoy.
If only I could taste it.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC