I slice open a pomegranate
picking at the jewels of red
reveling in the popping sensation
when the seeds are bitten into
I slice open a pomegranate
taking in the foamy white of the rind
that surrounds the seeds
I slice open a pomegranate
and the red drips down
staining the countertops
I can\'t wash it off
I take the knife,
ready to slice open my pomegranate,
to satiate my hunger
and I discover I\'ve run out of pomegranates to slice
all that remains
are the marks that my knife left
when they exposed the white flesh
and the bloody red inside