Desert Plum

Drop it all leaving it

behind

in the back of my mind

racing towards the unseen

edge of an endless

road

to possibility

the spirit of america

calling to me

it’s rasping

rotting in the dry heat

of a setting southwestern sun

I’ve never taken drugs

but I want to

watch the world melt down

around me

feel time speed

slowing to a stop

watch the pale splotchy skin of

my hands

peel and recede

to

expose bones that creak

popping under weight

excess

emotion

I want to cut my wrists

let the blood seep out that open sore

puss

of some untreated infection

douse the unmolested dust

in some undisturbed patch of land in New Mexico

see what

tainted fruit

takes root

I want to pluck the fruit from my tree

bite into it

savor the astringent succulence

a desert plum

born of adversity

Mitchell Chmielewski

I currently reside in Indiana where I am taking classes through Penn State University to complete my Bachelors in Finance and work for a non-profit clinic. I was always passionate about reading and writing and I intend to use this blog to hone my craft and to entertain others. Please feel free to reach out and provide feedback or to discuss my work.

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