The Best Berries, by Giselle Marks

The best berries are out of reach
climb my tangled limbs
and stretch for my fruit.

More valuable than those nearby
worth the bleeding and the pain
as my thorns scar you.

Stain your fingers with purple juice
scratch below the surface
of your skin and we’ll become one.

Within my prickles my pride still blooms
and I grow and stretch my limbs
into your consciousness.

You will value my fruit more
because each berry was a battle won
and the scratches your scarlet ribbons of courage.

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