Peaches, Oranges, Savory and sweet
Why is it that fruits are always used for poems about rape
"The hands dug into her like a child peeling an orange"
"No questions asked, he feasted on unripe fruit that night"
There is nothing sweet about being treated like a piece of meat
Rape is illegal hunting
Shooting a dear before it saw the gun
Cutting off its horns, hooves, leaving it crippled but alive
(A deer caught in headlights, neck cracked in a second, suffering for eternity)
Rape is selfish
Making a dinner table ready for one person alone
Inviting the most unwilling guest to stare as the feast of one's body is taken place
Smiling at the sound of a rumbling stomach
Rape is fear
Hands frozen in action
Words unspoken forever, tounge caught in a beartrap
Unmoving eyes, bloody nails from scraping at the floor, like the scraping of one's insides
Rape is inhuman
Putting someone in purgatory
Leaving them to suffer forever asking why
How, who's fault
Abuse isn't the garden of Eden
Filled with ripe fruit trees
A fruit tree takes time and patience
Savoring in the taste of time once the harvest has been done
Fruit is tasting the lips of a lover
Feeding of each other, starvation for only one no more
The plump curves going under one's hand, gentle touches at 9 am
Peeling of layers (peeling down walls) sharing the sweetness of wanted affection
