Mango


Today I ate a mango that just wasn’t ready,

making ignorant judgements from the feeling of it’s skin and¬†impulsive

decisions to drive my knife through it’s newborn skin-

slicing apart bonds that had yet to form and nutrients that were only

in their infancy.

As I prised the skin from the saddened fruit, it fought back relentlessly with

all the experience of a mere newborn

untinctured from life

-yet fought valiantly spitting sour tears,

making my body wince in shame

that I could turn one so young, so bitter, so early

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