Three Poems

by Emmanuella Janita

Peach Skin

This skin is just too ripe
Too peachy-soft, too mushy brown
It sighs beneath blades of word-knives that
Piercing rind and pith,
Ooze bits of juicy flesh like drops of blood

This skin is just too ripe
Too soft
Please, “HANDLE WITH CARE”
lest you bruise the dermis
Crushing vein and choking artery

This skin is just too ripe
Paper-thin
Like petals that between rough fingers turn quickly brown
And wrinkled

This skin is just too ripe
This skin is just too ripe
Too ripe

No. 2

I stuck a pencil in my ear

“How far can I push?”
Before this wood splinters

“How deep?”
until my eyes swim in pools of blood?

“How fast?”
Before the red stream caresses my cheek
dripping and rolling off my chin
Like pearls snapped from a cotton string.

Invisible

To disappear as letters do, amongst pages of books unwritten


Emmanuella Janita is a senior at Fitchburg State University where she is pursuing a Bachelor’s degree in clinical exercise physiology. She enjoys poetry, photography and a strong cup of Café Bustelo. Her work can also be found in Route 2.
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