• Red
    Sweet, ripe, ready
    Growing, selling, and shining.
    Beautiful, delicious, and plump.
    Cherries.

    Like tear drops of blood growing on a tree…
    Squeeze them,
    And drops of ruby splash upon your tongue,
    Imaged, from the smooth red jacket surrounding the precious insides.

    A haunting scent,
    so potent you can taste it with your nose.
    The scent of royal red lined with gold,
    Linger along the shiny red skin of the fruit,
    And into your obsessions.

    Smooth and round,
    A blood red beauty rolling along your fingers.
    Almost too beautiful to eat,
    almost.
    A darker red concentrated on the crown,
    The stem.

    If I could… I would name it,
    Victoria.
    Fits the part doesn’t it?
    Alas, I cannot,
    You mustn’t get too attached to your food.

    The rubies squeeze out as your teeth bite into it,
    Ripping the skin sweetly.
    Until your teeth grip around the hard heart of the cherry.
    The pit delivers a bitter taste to your mouth and your quickly spit it out,
    Leaving the shattered remains on a napkin,
    Exposed to the elements.
    You grimace at the mess then you suffocate it in a napkin,
    And throw it away.