ALLERGIES TO FLESH FRUITS
- Dark Poets Club

- Aug 25
- 1 min read
By Georgia Bailey

i’ve seriously tried to swallow you before .
The pips were the hardest parts ,
rolling on my tongue
and my teeth were strainers
rinsing my mouth of all your pulp .
i thought you would taste sweet ,
But i’m allergic to flesh fruits.
The searing took to my gums , like razors enticing blood .
still, eating around the pit —
Like i’d mistaken mesocarp for metacarpus —
i washed my mouth
with all the juice .
drops ran down my canines like the curve
of a waning moon ;
this is just what i do to indulge.
i can’t say ‘i need you’ ; so then , like a parasite ,
i eat you inside out .



