Strawberry Love

love of strawberries started at first as simple

infatuation.

               This heart-shaped shape

emerging from dark and shapeless earth.

How could a curve so soft

carve its way out
from the heavy weight of a rock torn world
so deliciously?

Or unravel next to this spear of velvet green?

How could god's liquid dream
even imagine
to survive or exist

on a planet made so filthy

with

excuses?

What rain did feed it

and more

importantly

how

did it

manage the thirst?

What were the endless days

made of sun parched and alone

halfway between living and dying?

  Why wasn't anyone watching?

Who carried you

ungently from that field?

Which hands did shake you

from the earth, which

carts barrels bodies

did take form

to parcel out your space?

Who sold you to the masses?

What was the price that You paid?

How could these alphabet letters

or those dollar sign numbers

signify answers to any of these things?

No
wonder
why
you
are
so
quiet.

I took a knife in my left hand

and sliced you whole in my rite

palm.

piece by piece

the heart shape

repeated itself
over and over
again and again

until there

was nothing

left

but your red

ink

dripping

from my

fist.

i devoured you whole

and tasted

the

pain

of your death.

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