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A Field of Sunflowers

Sunflowers are the most grotesque of all fruit. They stare into me as if I were looking down the...

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Sunflowers
are the most grotesque of all fruit.
They stare into me
as if I were looking down the gullet
of a squawking bird
with an open beak;
enraged,
vocal chords removed.

They are spindly,
hulking old men,
shaming with judiciary stiffness.
Their silent verdict of me
stitches
like a deep stab to the chest
with a rubber knife.

I see an accusing God in their loveless,
shapeless faces
and I am Adam,
I am Eve,
I cower.
Written by Alyssa Pando
Full time student at Ventura College, and currently pursuing an AA in English. Profile

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