Cherry Seeds

he's feeding me cherry seeds
straight from the bud
and the bleeding rot bulges
from both bite and the verge in the mud
I curse; it's inevitable
I'm headed for the right side of worse
if there is such a thing
and I trick myself into knowing
the torrential sludge
every corroborated indulgence I give into
is worth its weight by the captured dove
fluttering bird wings-
I pull at the strings

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