soft as a peach bruise like a nectarine thin as the skin of a plumb but a tang that comes with the nectar

pit in my stomach that says: you possess a capability that you are simply not even aware of yet does that scare you? to know eventually you may lose your fear?

a branch is a branch and it is a widow maker and it is a seat for a child and it is shade for an animal and it is a bare silhouette like a claw in winter and it is a twig that snaps like a bone in autumn all of these things in time

there must be a middle ground between growing roots so far out to protect myself i lose sight of the sun and letting others consume me

the darker the fruit the sweeter the taste and the shadows cast their light and the wrongness of the world illuminates, like a prism, all of the right of the earth and her beauty and you who came from it and you who belong right here in her arms