Raisin
Little calorie eating ticks suck out all of what is plump from my body
Fading away is the life blood of a once curvaceous frame
I wither up, like a sweet golden raisin
I can roll around through the world
As if I rest upon your tongue
Waiting, loungingly, to be crushed between teeth
I'd be a liquid then, so thin, I might evaporate
Instead you swallow me, once plump, and now refined
A wiser raisin
Pure plant sugar to fuel your blood and brain
(so sometimes I take my writing a bit too seriously so recently I have been toying with writing any poem that comes to my head without worry or regard if it's too simple or silly or not pretty enough. I don't know. Enjoy lol)