Breathe me in, my honey, your honey
and commit me to memory.
Mandarin peels, basil fingers,
starlit clementine in a bottle of flesh.
Cut into a blood orange and watch
how fast decay sets in when
fruit already rots from within.
YOU ARE READING
Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
