Apricot

I am an apricot Orange, whole No, maybe more of a yellow I was small They watched me grow Days, a week It was very slow My perch is high But I, I am low Low in loneliness with only my siblings' orangey glow Then a hand Plucking me from home And I am happy No longer alone Skin so soft A pulse below And love, Sweet love I know Silk fingers Against my velvety fuzz Oh Ouch! No no no Nails hard as ice Colder than snow Piercing me Juice, blood, how it flows Flesh peeled back Hand, let me go! And I am thrown Blending, brown, with the rocks Under the tree where I was grown No orange No yellow I am not an apricot Only a stripped soul.