Emma

14

Pomegranates

The pomegranates I stole from the tree in your backyard:
Plucked from slender branches, hidden in leafy enclaves
Grabbed with both hands when no one was looking
And eaten under the moonlight seed by seed.
Like a thousand tiny jewels that I crushed between my teeth
And slipped into my belly over and over
Until hot red juice dripped down my chin.
So sweet, yet still holding the bitterness of shame inside.