286. Succulent
(word provided by Jennifer W., picked by Bernie G. the bus driver)
Verdant & Succulent
Were the best
Of friends
Growing together
Under forest
Green canopies
To make the
Canopy
Of heaven
Jealous.
Rich, wet
Soil so brown
And saturated
It is black
Like paint
For warriors
To hide
In shadows.
And in those
Cool shadows
The two friends
Grew
One thick
One plump
To the point
Of bursting.
Both green
One meant
To stay
One meant
To be
Devoured
To the
Cries
Of my
Mouth.
“How Sweet!
How Succulent!”
& it was
Good.
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