Her lover, he used to call her “Peaches”
When he dropped her, she sat, and rotted in the soil to her pit
Passerby saw her– and shield their eyes from her ugliness
Slowly, she became hollow, and dried
The Earth, as she does, consumed her whole again, as to protect her from their glances, and judgements
In time, she developed her skin
A peach tree grew from her self
She was tall
She blossomed in year three
Her fruit was as sweet as her journey was ugly
I reminisce on her time rotting with every bite of her fruit.
I’ve become the Earth that protects her, and yet, she has yet to give me the privilege of consuming her whole.