Grass tickles my legs,
rocks taunt my bare feet.
I reach down and pluck a juicy blackberry from its nestled bed.
I bite into the berry, savoring the taste.
The tart sweetness dances
across my tastebuds
like a graceful balerina.
The grass beckons me to lay down.
My plush pillow is green and leafy.
I pick another berry.
It's bleeding from a thorn it got snagged on.
The dark liquid drips down my wrist,
It looks like I cut myself.
I don't bother to wipe it away.
I like the look...
Maybe a little too much.
I smother the thought.
I eat the bloody fruit with a satisfactory smile.
My fingers are stained,
My lips are stained.
I must look a sight... Oh well.
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