I knew her
when she was,
at first,
all shell, all rind —
no, harder;
steel hull,
bunker, castle —
I knew her
when it was hard to
know her at all.
Years later
we meet and
she’s
split open —
as she is now
she’s more of
a bare nut,
a ripe fruit,
a sweet
without armor.
I liked her better
the other way;
I liked me better
when I had to know her
the other way.
Dark Matter 
April 13th, 2014 at 10:37 pm
Reblogged this on the demons above.
April 13th, 2014 at 5:37 am
I like that – it leaves the reader brooding.
April 13th, 2014 at 6:24 am
Thank you!