s'mee

I followed her round, and round and round, and ground the rind with her. Smashed out every bit of fruit and juice years before this. And the rind dried, and contracted, and shriveled, hardening, curling about me- and she- We.

I stayed there because we were both still attached to this beautiful, wondrous little tree. The roots spread out, branches spread up and I stayed pressed inside that rind, dragging the boughs down further every day, drawing energy needed for other, newer fruits, dripping shit and bile against the precious trunk.

Fuckall, I'm tired.