what is this strange fruit
that oozes from my womb
hot lava tears
blackened by
clenched fists
full of loss

between thighs
grief swells
pain throbs
longing to be
pounded
away

dead
the
screams

awaken
the
dreams

shove the earth
inside
and still
an emptiness
will remain

murder it
again and
again

i will find
a way back
eventually

until then

even u
will do me
good
just to
stab at this
hysteric filled
rind of
the strangest kind
of fruit
until it ripens
and relieves me
of its stench
and weight.

peace