unripe youths are swollenon the bottom and soft at the top. my thumb tore the tender skin, pierced through the truth.i refuse to apologize;every thorn bears your face.my nail digs deeper.my vision blurs. my headbegins to ache.the skin splits.clumps of yellow flesh.sap seals my fingers buti will not relent.i steadily hold on;the wind tickles my [...]