My Core (Fruit Poem)

I lie here expecting, terrified, speckled with doubt, scratched with fear and anxious anticipation. Without hesitation, you tear right through me to reach the part you crave, I lie here and let you find each crevice and opportunity. The blood in my veins turns to acid as your enthusiasm begins to soften and my once-lively soul begins to brown. Now a bruise runs straight through to my core, soft and tender. Now the taste of your skin mixes with the scent of my pain as the pieces of me lie cold and forgotten.