RAVING CRAVING

I grasped the fig in my palm

I squeezed it until bittersweet juice

Tackled down from my thumb

To my wrist

Honey, white,red

Notorious for destroying prettiest things.

 

And I licked it.

From my wrist to my thumb.

Metallic and salty,

Delicate and deadly.

Until honey white red became burgundy.

 

I chase, I grasp,  I destroy.

Eight lives out of nine,

I spill blood and enjoy.