theradioprotector

i have eaten so many cherries i have lost count, my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching. with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds look like little organs, little stone hearts: i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will grow slowly though my bones and my bloodstream, maybe they will burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot, a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof. my bad decisions will touch the sky.