Depitted

I am a cherry

round, smooth, glistening in the deepest red

the one you know will be the sweetest

the one to put colour on your cheeks

leave my story on your lips

Yes, I am in the perfect state

but just on the verge of rotting

is there a worm making a home

inside me

something spoiling me

from within

Open me up

remove my stone

I’ll let it all be clearly known

By Lejla Dedić