Insanity

I place the knife on it

pressing its sharp edge gently

on the smooth hard husk,

then peel it layer by layer; 

tugging first, at the thick outer casing,

then remove the spongy membrane 

delicately, 

to reveal varied chambers of rubies.

They stain my thin long fingers,

these fleshy jewels,as I pick them out,

the only way to cure...they tell me...

I take,

a cluster of cardinal joy, accordingly, and

lay them tenderly on the plate...

Next a bunch of garnets,

of fear and other anxieties;

a conglomeration of fury follows,

scarlet berries popping and exploding on the platter,

and finally the sanguine debilitating pain,

rotting seeds which I reluctantly throw away, 

a reminder of my pomegranate days...