Eating a Mangosteen
(24 August 1990 – 24 January 2019)
She jolts awake and wants
to scream: someone has buried
a mangosteen inside her mouth.
She gags and
spits, tasting blood
at the back of her throat.
The mangosteen falls out onto the sheets.
A ripe, purple-coloured mangosteen.
She cups it
in between her palms, and
with a swift, inward collapse,
she breaks the shell apart – the juice
of the white pulp is sticky,
sweet – and the mangosteen crumples
into her hands, clasped shut
as if in prayer.
she flings the mangosteen at the wall
as the blood trails in its wake —
before she crawls out of bed,
picks up the pieces, and stuffs it all
back into her mouth:
seed, pulp, rind, and all.
By KarLuis QuekQLRS Vol. 18 No. 2 Apr 2019