Achilles' Heart Poem by Rita Cerniglia

You have not learned to peel the fruit,
Smells of a life lived good.
Exciting excess makes your mind pollute
Each tangible of food.

Not to be consumed in Random tastes,
But nothinged in continuous nibbles.
You have not learned to peel the fruit
That certain swells with dribbles.

Where you're rooted up, no life will grow.
It was a love bite after all.
The pain in your poison is knowing how slow
Your image dissolves my digestive wall.

You have not learned to peel the fruit,
Devouring skins life is kept in.
Eating erosion. How do you do it,
preferring the perfumes of pectin?