Unspoil

By Theo Cai

soft peach riddled with thumbs just because it has scabbed doesn’t mean the knife is gone just because it has scabbed doesn’t mean the fingers will stop the smooth, familiar face of things hangs in tatters you live like this, knowing it could be worse it could be worse. it has been worse. the bruising is inevitable so is the spoiling if it is any consolation: peaches stay pink; they are flushed with blood.