i offer you a pomegranate
written by: Griffin
i offer you a pomegranate
not a rose or a wedding ring
but this small, blood-red thing
i have already begun to peel.
the skin resists at first
as it always does
like anyone afraid of tenderness
then i press my thumbs into it
and it yields with a sigh
so soft i almost fail to hear it.
inside i see a galaxy
a spill of seeds like rubies
each one a part of me
a small promise.
the juice runs down my wrists
seeps into the counter
infuses the air with something sweet
i hold it out to you
my hands sticky, trembling
half of it
half a heart
saying nothing
because if i did
it would seem too easy.
and you
you take it
without asking for napkins.
I am a third year student of English language and literature, while also pursuing a minor in media studies and journalism. Though more passionate about linguistics, I also have this deep fondness for literature since I was a little kid. I love reading books as a hobby, and I also write poetry every now and then (even though I'm too shy to publish them most of the time). That's all from me.
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