PickingsA Poem by BexfinchA look at the loss of innocence or ones virginity in something forcefully. Not dark but metaphorical
Picked off the vine In its prime Juices run deep within the surface Teaming with the sugar of want Poisoning the governors coffee Corrupting the heart of the flightless bird Deep woods penetrating the Earth’s virgin dirt New and refined Clumped and Dark She cries out in fear shaking Opening her bosom He takes her under The waters swirling, frothy, angry Baptismal waters littered in blood and refuse The angels white robes are dirtied with blood She is mute © 2013 BexfinchFeatured Review
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