Fruit

The fire reveals the fruit, 
clearing away 
the brush so we can fight 
our way to the heart 
(maddening 
though I can be) where 
the truth burns blue.

The fruit tastes sweeter 
for the journey,
singe marks hinting at a past
enlivened by flame 
(sticky 
though it may be) that 
clings to us both.


© 2021 Phillip Knight Scott

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

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