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.