Hoarder

I picked this cherry—plump, sweet

Straight from the trash, half-eaten

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Dumped between prescription pill bottles

And the IV bag I carried home

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I took pictures for the coroner, just in case

Then I used ice water to choke it down, pit and all

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You know, I read somewhere once that

You really shouldn’t kiss people when there’s mold growing in your belly

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But you can get as close as you want to now

Cause I’ve still got that will to write, and you promised me I get to die first

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Don’t worry, I already read what you left me in yours

That little scar on my right arm, penned in ink

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Pain I get to feel now so there’s less to swallow later

Thank you

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I peel back your lips and force the stem between your teeth

Tell you to tie a knot

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It’s your new medicine

Just be grateful and wait

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It’s giving us another day in bed

Where our hearts can keep beating

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Cherry red, scrubbed clean

To you, I leave mine in full