Pomegranates are the most dramatic fruit ever.
Bitch you are a piece of fruit why does it look like I murdered you. Why do you leave my fingertips red and stained. Why do you run down my hands to my elbows when I tear you apart. Why must I rip your body into bloodied chunks to get what's inside of you. Why do you sound so lovely when I crack you open. Why must I eat you with a knife and my bare hands. Why is there so much of you and why is there never enough.
Wanted to add my own pomegranate murder scene
Hey op ever consider writing poetry?
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E niente, beccatevelo di nuovo anche oggi <3






















