I hate oranges so much.

I THREW MINE OUT OF THE WINDOW.

You/they taste like sand.

Sand.

Please please please please please.

I hate begging,

NEVER MORE than I hate oranges.

doyouknowwhatthisfeelslike?

i think i want an orange

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I FUCKING HATE ORANGES.

juicedpeeledslicedgratedmauled.

It’s on my hands, on the floor.

I found it

Right inside my diaphragm.

I’m a ccccchiiiiiiiilllldddddddd.

Inside nothing, nothing, nothing.

It’s all rotting.

All oranges EVER DO is rot.

Liberty Armstrong (she/they) is a student in Tāmaki Makaurau who loves Shakespeare and has a codependent relationship with free verse.