MANGOES AND BLOOD

I picked her from among many

Soft,  sweet and tender…

It just had to be her.

Now in this dark night

She in my left hand

Knife in my right

Deep in the pits of my madness

She pulsates with horror and sadness

A neat incision along the softest part…

Blood oozes out, crimson

On my hands, my clothes

Warm…thick…freaking scary

As I lick the sweet fluid

There is a tremor…a ripple through my system

I watch the rivulets of blood between my fingers.

A renewed all too familiar sting behind my eyes.

A look at the once beautiful fruit,

Now a mangled mango

A sob wracks my body.

The feeling so exquisite

Like the mango juice settling in my stomach

The punitive pity and pain

I want to purge

Undo my destruction and ruin.

Mango juice all over my face

Mango peels all over the place

Along with tears and anger misplaced

We are all going insane

Some people should be in prison

We give them love and trust

In their hands we placed our hearts.

They choose to rip them apart

And toss them back in shreds

So many mango strands in my hands

I am wishing it were your hair.

My tear drops are equivalent to your lies

You and your kind

Should all be in prison

I sincerely hope she is not next

After me, Hazelnuts

It’s one thing to break one girl’s heart

And another to leave a trail of destruction and ruin

Be rational and civil

Maybe a little human

Beware

Those are human hearts, not mangoes.

They do not spill juice, they spill blood.