White Cherry

White Cherry

A Poem by Lana

White cherry in the spring,
White sheets and white hands,
Knuckles deep in the sand,
Walls stained in red,
And a brain lacking oxygen.
A store selling parasites and satellites,
A room full of white ties,
And I'm a white cherry in the spring

No juice, no tears,
Nothing meaty to eat
Knuckles deep in the field,
I crawl and never bat an eye
I fly high in the sky,
With the root of evil by my side
Oh, I'm kind, I'm shy,
And I try every time
To satisfy the faceless child

© 2025 Lana


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This poem has a surreal quality to it. The imagery is dreamlike, but there's also a sense of darkness and discomfort underlying it. The contrast between the white cherry and the "root of evil" is surprising.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Lana

10 Months Ago

Thank you for ur comments!

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