Put it on the table.
Chop it on down.
Pull out the seeds.
This is what you've found.
I'm taking on your karma for what is.
Everything called normal scooped out;
leavings on the floor.
Bending back the branches till' we all fall down.
I cried this moment before I knew.
I prayed it wouldn't be me.
How must we explain these walls we've built with victims inside?
Time may kill me first for your burdens I approved.
This was never my dance, but naked we show the flesh.
Tapping into the fruit; taking the seeds.
See me bleed in this and I will take your karma away.
© 13-July-2014 Sonja J. Johnston
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