Reddened by the sun
Her soft skin
Turned purple beneath his fist
Swollen and ripe
Shrivelled as a prune
His black heart
Choked under pressure and crushed
Pureed and sour
Plucked from his power
Her body
Plums blossomed bright all over
Harvest time
Author notes
For contest. It wasn't essential to use a prompt but those listed inspired me to write this. The prompt was 'Bruised Fruit', as used in the title.
A contest entry
- Celebrating Diversity Again by Randomly Beautiful.
1300 points, ended September 25, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for the piece.


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This is so simple... and yet so sad. D=
I love it~


