Just pretend you didn’t see this, we’ll mark it down to my diet choices this week, and then we’ll say no more about it, okay?


Pineapple sunset;
heart, wrenched asunder: sweetly
screams without closure.

Holiday romance,
exposed deceit: passion mush
fruit, pointless labour.

Shy, downward glances
exploited: coconut rum
arbiter to fate.

Mango’s bitter skin,
rejection: condescending
acerbic, washed out.

Removed, at distance
ridiculous: no love, loss;
loa of regret.

Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020