Beet Juice

In teenage years
My heart was
Fresh
Soft
A richly red,
juicy,
tender,
Baby beet 

She shed her jacket quickly
With barely a touch or a tug
She dripped with longing 
And possibility
And kindness

She was vulnerable
Sweet 
And giving
The slightest nick 
Or bruise
Created seams and tears
Blemishing and bruising
Her spherical surface

Over time
With too much wear
And too many uncaring hands
Gripping her flesh
Tossing her carelessly about

Her red darkened
Juice dried
The sphere crumbled
Into lumpy little fragments 

She picked up her pieces
Attempted to fit them back together
Never quite sealing the gaps
Today she is hard
Her jacket is unmoving
Guarding dearly the tiny tender piece at the center
Locking in the last red drop of juice
Her former beauty lost
The uncaring hands
Stained 
With the red-purple glow
Of a love they desperately scrub off
An unwanted reminder





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Little White Pill

Little white pill 
I want you
course through my veins
Release


Transform me into the dandelion 
Blow away my emotions
Feelings like spores dancing in the wind
Abandoning their host for greener pastures

Leave my bald stalk behind
A hollow chlorophyl tube
Let the cells decay from the root
I feel them collapse
Return to the soil
Blacken 

I want to luxuriate in the void
Numbness
So sweet
Let it expand
Let it consume
Drain the colors
Bleed them into the swirling vortex
Where not even light
Is quick enough to escape 

Great eraser
Remove my stains
So I can caress the nothingness 
Deep in my chest


Little white pill
Empty me
Set me free




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