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Bewlay Brother
11-15-2013, 02:01 PM
She eats this peach piece by piece--
delicious, almost citrus
pieces sometimes pink, sometimes red,
sometimes colors faded away.
Sometimes that's worse than decay.
Father laughs as he watches
her try to wash it off,
she scrubs her skin til raw and out of breath.
She wants to scrub the stickiness to death.

She dreams of a peach
that shines from inside, with
guts that glow like God when He tries.
But the peach fuzz buzzes as it
touches her thin scabbed lips,
each frozen moment
of scorching warm spit
starts with his freckled hand
just oh so clever and discrete,
nice and neat on her knee.

She rips each peach she sees to pieces,
disgusting chunks sometimes pink, sometimes red,
sometimes bruised black and blue.
Father would smile
as he stood and watched too,
then he'd force her on her knees
and make her squeeze, squeeze, squeeze harder.
He needed needed needed,
so she did.

Now like a leech she thinks
the peach's last loose
drop of juice is
just
more
blood.





Alternative title: Her Peachy Life



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