Pomegranate Seeds
by S.T.B. November 13, 2018
A succulent crimson berry
I place upon my tongue,
"crunch".
A burst of sweet tartness
detonates in my mouth,
dribbles
down my chin, stains my white shirt.
Mom's not going to be
happy.
Oh well, I've nothing to lose,
and you only live once.
"Sploosh"!
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