Death of the Yucca Fruit or Cervical Cancer

by Savonna Johnson

You are black molded in curves where you are most moist almost mushroom like in your pale spots I've never seen
ladies' fingers this rotten and some three prong nature I accidentally cracked you in half upon picking remember your ripeness
those morning dew days I don't know when you died and I am sorry since you witnessed all of my ins and outings
I might assume that you break but you bleed something septic stain a blossom at your bottom yet nothing lives inside of you

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