maybe her body followed

Breaking the surface of the pomegranate
felt like penetrating human skin.
The purple blood trickled down my fingers
and splashed onto the meat of my bare foot.
I saw it falling towards the ground,
and even though there was ample time to react,
I was unable to pull away.
I felt knuckle deep in fresh Jello
or 15 minutes into a hot shower
on a winter morning.
I knew I had to let go,
but my body refused.

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Author: Cliff Weber

Cliff Weber is 26 years-old and lives in Los Angeles. In addition to a recent poetry chapbook called "even if it takes all night", he has self-published three collections of work, all available on lulu.com. His work has appeared in Adbusters, Out of Our, Beatdom, Bartleby Snopes and Burningword, among others. He is currently working on a novel and is in need of a publisher.

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