Softcore Porn and Moldy Fruit

You'd expect the bite of lemon juice to be enough,
o' but no, the incisions always indulged in moldy peaches.  
Raunchy, biodegradable fruits
full of foul odors and seeds that say "Fuck You"
if you ask them to grow.

You'd think someone would begin to loath
the invasive glint of steel soaked in citrus rot,
but no, her stitches kept tasting for the ache
of scalpel beneath skin.  
That familiar ooze;
peaches and crème slipping down forearm.

She grew accustomed to the daily rituals of apricot patches
molding to skin.  
She understood the necessity of routine,
the demands of a schedule.
Scabs peeled and picked
to a fleshy, citrus dessert. 



I find her infatuated with tangerine ice-cream
sliding from the seam of arteries,
and I'm wincing as she
relishes liquid candy.  
And it's demented, but her eyes shriek  "Delicious. Delicious."
And this is revolting and wretched, but her eye's say "You Love It. You Love It."
And I'm watching
still staring,
               and God, she's delicious and exquisite and I ... I just need.
I just need one fucking taste.
          


(The moldy, metal nightmares skittering through skin and infiltrating memory)  

"I expected him to tire of my addiction to delicious, citrus fruits.  But when I revealed the tangerine candy scabbing to my pelvis, he couldn't resist
                    sweet. sweet.
                    temptation."

"The lacerations excrete peaches and crème as his lemon-tongue invades my flesh.
                    And it's acidic and destructive, still his eyes are whispering,
                    'We love it. We love it.'
                    (but we don't love each other)
                    And I'm screaming, shrieking.
                    almost completely alive."

                    (but I'm dying and he's not done eating
          and God, he doesn't even love me.)



"You'd think that he'd"                                          You'd think that she'd
                                      S   T   O   P
                              but                       oh

"We love to"                                                          watch it bleed.