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sickening sweet is the fruit propagated in poison
ripened with loving deceit and bursting with delight
a juice that slithers like tendrils down my throat
I cannot gag—I cannot swallow—I cannot heave

its vines claw at my innards, finding root
twisting in my gut as blooms begin to grow
a dark flower climbs inside my lattice—into my throat
and the sinister fruit is reborn from my mouth

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh
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