persimmon

I had my fill of lazy afternoons

of forbidden fruit

plucked off the poisoned vine

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I listened to the devil softly croon

songs uncouth

sending shivers down my spine

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I lost my innocence too soon

like a milk tooth

in sweet persimmon wine

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I’ll dig your grave with teaspoons

as your half truths

dug mine

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~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014