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SJ
Poems
Jan 2022
Will it stain?
It all started when I was seven after making a decision to eat eight apples with the core
It made me weak and my stomach lurch, leading ultimately to ***** all over the floor
That urge showed up again not long after when I decided to runaway alone
I got picked up and brought to a place that one could call a dead zone
If I had any sense it was lost tens years past
My life is simple, until itβs not and then itβs a nice contrast
If I spill beet juice on the sheets it turns into mess that wounds his heart
When he bleeds on the sheets it doesn't resemble the juice, and a mess is now art
It all started with a knife and an apple to slice, a waiting voice to persuade
My stomach churned while the hand twitched causing me to miss, but he met my blade
Such a sweet fruit
Such a sweet life
Will it stain my knife?
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SJ
Arizona
(Arizona)
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