Japanese Oranges

Skin spits
as my fingernails
dig
into the supple peel
in my powerful grip
I’ve seen this before
only differently
a snake
lay with half its face
melted off
on a train track
in my boyhood
must have been sunning itself
I picked it up
feeling genuine pity
it was frightened
Death
had paid this creature
a visit, and would
be back before long

Looking about
for a safe resting place, I
might’ve cried
had the damnable thing
not bit
the hand of sympathy

I left it to its fate
but never forgot
that contorted
hiss

discarded flesh

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.

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