I Bit Into A Peach - Poem by Ruth Walters
I bit into a peach, it was my first,
it's furry skin,
the tart, sweet juice
excited taste buds,
dribbling down my chin,
sticky in the afternoon sun.
It compensated for a bad day,
in a hostile environment where I felt victimised,
and my eyelids closed in the sudden ecstasy
Who knew a fruit could bring such pleasure
on a hot summer's day.
Then my teeth hit the hard gritty centre stone,
momentarily shocked by the pain
I was unable to scream.
Tears ran down my cheeks, nothing else mattered.
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