The Pomegranate

Wide open

Mouth bites into

The pomegranate

Bursting with red juice

Running down her mouth

Memories echoed through her mind


Stealing pomegranates

From an empty lot

With her brother

He warned her

Not to swallow the seeds

She spits them out

In the sink

Saying a prayer

For her dead brother:

“This pomegranate is for you.”

Decadent juices

Savored for a brief moment

Pomegranate muse