Juice

She bathes in alkaline washes
knotted to a float
awaiting mechanical sorting 
before extraction.

Coffin nail punctures wound
peels back to bruise the black
blood orange red pulp drips
betwixt and between them.

She’s lost inside. 
Prefrontal cortex broken.
Don’t try to find her. 

Squeezes 

citric acid
sucrose 
fructose 
glucose 
sweetest of sweet.

Splashes 

lips
chin
neck
breasts
whose cup’s overflowing?

Compulsion blooms wet
activation countdown initiates
in the amygdala
as he crushes the hypothalamus.

Please!
She begs one last time
for him to keep the saliva.