He wraps his tree-like limbs around you
And holds you    
Says you are his fruit,    
And you apologize    
The summer heat licks you with madness    
You carve into the flesh of your fruit    
To feel something and then the grateful nothing    
You attempt to murder the fruit on his tree    
He didn't know you were already rotting  
The sun is settling red  
You watch the blood of fruit settle down past the silhouette of mountain,    
same as it runs down the silhouette of bark and limbs
And still he holds you    
And you-    
You apologize to him for this too
Written by Damselinhandcuffs
Published | Edited 7th Dec 2020
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