Throwback Thursday: Pomegranate

Written January 12, 2011.

Juicy seeds to tempt a goddess to Hell-
A bitch to get out their fleshy shell.

You cut it open and
maroon blood runs over on your hands

And it pops and squirts and
stains like love.

Hard to get out of your dress, off your skin,
out of your heart.

But I’ll still eat it by the spoonfuls-
and chew every hard bit for the
juice within.

I know my hard bits have made me stronger
than Atlas
bring on what may-
I will not shake.

I am my own muse and
shield.