Raspberries. They're a rich colour of red but as sweet as a pink, and their taste makes one insatiable. I keep grabbing at the little presents packed with delight and oh, the bowl is brimmed with the goods. Clasping, biting, a red pours onto my legs. Tell me why I poured the rest of the raspberry over my skin and massaged it in. Tacky, and a nauseating scent in my nose.
I don't know why it makes me react like I'm in inexplicable pain on an operation table as you're ripping my layers like I'm a raspberry. You and I both know that the taste is going to sicken me, but why won't it sicken you? Perhaps, this is your only raspberry. Malignant, is the pleasure, as you cannot get enough and my raspberry insides are inside you. Isn't it so revolting? Yet in the moment, you don't notice. I am yours, there's no escaping your knife. It's not like there's any choice, I am not a person.
Maybe they're so sickly because I tasted too many. Isn't redemption too late? I clenched my sides and the skin burned as all the little raspberries came out, and my mind screamed in agony. You aren't me, you're too inexperienced. And so, I put you through the pain by making you eat more and more of the raspberry til you witnessed the revolting remains. You may learn your lesson over time, when you realise that raspberries are only nice in the summertime. They aren't the problem, you are insatiable.
At least I learnt over past pain, that they're treats. Treats are occasional, or they're not so special. I'm still trying to recover and learn to trust my gut again, and so I'm scared to pick raspberries at all. Gorgeous little presents, that I know are to be cherished. Cherish the rest, as you tidy my remains. Your ego'll never make plans again, and you'll ignore the raspberries. Like me.
© Sincerely, ♡ - July 2023
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