A Stone Fruit from the Prunus Genus

 I don't need saving, today


The words that leave my lips feel foreign

tasting like unripe fruit on my tongue


I got the plums for myself

Stopped waiting for someone to drive so far for me

I put my foot down

After years of waiting for someone else


The juice that leaks from the crease of my smile

I wipe away with the back of my hand

unladylike


I smile at the sun

Eyes screwed shut

It doesn't smile back

I keep smiling, anyway

Because it feels good


It doesn't make everything better

But right this second 

I let myself have just this second


Everything ripens in time

Location: Stockport, UK

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