/ Dharma Gutierrez (Writer), Kristy Lee (Illustrator)

Poetry1 min reading time

No. 3

To resent the sight of rotten flesh
decomposing inside my palms.
Its scarlet seeds dried,
stale, and scorched from the sun.

A competition lost between me and the birds,
now lies only a peel,
the abandoned shell of a fruit’s innards.

Conceived from a flower,
birthed as a fruit,
pecked and plucked by the perverse crows

And I
picking the pieces of the abandoned corpse.

1. A cutout of a pomegranate with brown signs of decay. 2. A stem containing pomegranate flowers in rose color. 3. Fingers pinch a pomegranate seed.