(Popping) CherriesMature

Not the artificial kind.

The first time I bit into you,

I thought I made you bleed

because your red juice ran down the sides of my mouth

like bad Halloween vampires.

So I screamed for my mom,

who sealed you up and locked you away.


So for a while, I was afraid of you,

I wouldn't touch your jar in the fridge

and I'd let my "pretty pleases" be plain.

But in the back of my head

I wanted to taste you again,

and I knew this candy that mimicked you

wasn't quite as good as the real thing.


So when I was a little older,

I killed my innocence

by stealing you away in little hands

and getting your blood on little fingers.

The End

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