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A Still Life, What Becomes of the Fruit

All anyone wants to do
is split me,
thumbs in middle to part
through skin tender
as a mandarin’s,
peel me back
to see my center,
drink from both halves,
leave the fruit exposed
to rot and then ask me
if I really expected
more
Written by Mars_August (Mars August)
Published
Author's Note
Objectification whether I want it or not. Solicited everywhere I go. Everyone on dating apps is "still figuring out" "looking for short term" so you can't trust anyone who shows interest. Sick to death of it. But writing is and always will be my true love, so I return to it when it feels like there's just nothing genuine anywhere.
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