She ate him.
He was vast, truly
sodden with
juice.
Fresh, clustered
vibrancy.
He adorned the
Fruit bowl.
He kept his root
And he glistened
Deep swollen violet
jewel
She devoured him.
Bit down through the
tight purple skin and he
burst.
And she loved him too much
Her organs swam in his
regal juices.
She grew.
Cavernous she grew
Her limbs tumescent
Her skin stippled blue
He possessed her, he
was missing and
he loved her too much.
And it weighed her down
it did this consequence
this-
Echo for hunger
Nearly killed her.
She nearly burst for him.
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Rachel Oyawale
I'm a singer/songwriter poet.
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