seeing tiktok take over the pomegranate metaphor and butcher it and reduce it to bioessential cut and paste tiktok poetry really is weird cause uh. thats a bit roundabout if you ask me. the whole thing was about cannibalism and being destroyed by something or someone you love. something beautiful being ripped apart brutually as a way to desperately achieve the perfect flesh inside. and what did tiktok do? massacre it until it was left bleeding and unfixable. hmm
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I peel away strips of waxen skin,
And split open your delicate body,
To relish on your hidden treasure,
Of rubies and juice and blood.
I plunge my fingers in your soft flesh
And smile as your burst against my skin,
Staining me red with your sweet blood,
Marking me with your love,
An eternal declaration and reminder.
I place you in my famished mouth,
And chew on your succulent entrails
Just to feel you pop against my teeth
And slide down my throat,
I savour your sweetness with passion.
You make a mess of my person,
As I desperately dig for a last morsel of you
To place in my mouth and enjoy,
To feel full, replenished and satisfied
Of you, your blood, your flesh,
To feel my fingers sticky with your juices,
To feel my skin smothered in your love,
To lick your sweetness from my lips,
And forever be haunted by a sour after-taste,
When it is all over,
That only you can erase,
By coming back to me,
And allowing me to plunge my fingers,
In your willing body,
And quench my hunger for you.
-----n.a.j.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 타인은 지옥이다 | Strangers From Hell (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Seo Moonjo/Yoon Jongwoo
Characters: Yoon Jongwoo (Strangers From Hell), Seo Moonjo
Additional Tags: Yoon Jongwoo centric, Smitten Seo Moonjo, Mention of Yoon Jongwoo's Past, Mention of Min Jieun, Pomegranates, Inspired by Poetry
Summary:
Jongwoo stares at the peeled pomegranate that sits on the coffee table. The sight annoys him.
(my attempt at comparing one of my favorite metaphors to mjjw)
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Machete and Vasco are so pomegranate-and-the-hand-that-slices coded. To me.
Pomegranates are seen as messy, bloody, inconvenient fruits. You slice or tear or bite and in return for your effort you come away underwhelmed, disgusted, and stained too deep to wash. The consumption of a pomegranate is a violent act of defilement, for both the fruit and the eater.
But that is because most do not understand how to open a pomegranate. They have little patience for the precise carving. They see no point in coreing the fruit gently, no reason to be reverent as they pull the quarters apart. When done correctly, opening a pomegranate leaves little mess. Your fingers will still stain, your knife will still slick, but there will be no pool of crimson drowning both you and the fruit.
The seeds are only sweet to those who understand the merit of a light hand and intricate slicing. Why put in so much effort for a food so bitter and clearly armored against consumption? Surely it must not yearn to be eaten.
(^insane about silly catholic dogs)
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I just peeled a pomegranate and watched it bleed as I tore its flesh away and consumed what's inside.
I wonder if this is love.
I wonder if this is how God feels when he tears into me.
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Tear open my skin like a fucking pomegranate, gnaw on my sweet insides. Let the juices run down your chin. Suck on my ribs to get every last drop of my love. Snarl at the ones who try to take even a nibble, you know I’m all yours; all for you.
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