Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Goosebumps”


Frost bitten by Pureblackmagik

the ripest of fruit

plucked at the perfect moment from its mother

allows the sharpest of teeth to pierce

flesh giving way easily

and juices flowing, eager to be savored

dripping from a softly trembling chin

the scent is heady

the flavor, in describable

a loose curl of control slips away

stopping the furthest thing from the mind


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