class twenty-three

Peach


stringy innards
torn from its body to become
an organ, once pumping life,
now whose purpose is only
my enjoyment
skin taught on the outside,
but push it and you feel a deeper
vulnerability

bite

pulp arching into royal hues
fuzzy skin crunches
juice like blood
staining the inner core
spilling over my sharpened teeth
down my stickied chin
helpless, ruined,

consumed