It’s like a veil
and no one will ever know
why I keep raspberries
in my hand
their taste sour and sweet
what I always eat
crush them on the palm of my hand
never gone
always on demand
no one suspects
this vibrant pigment on my fingers
and how in my mouth it lingers
They call me the raspberry man
always holding them in my hands
but they will never understand
the ugly story behind
my crimsoned hands
AllthingsUncanny 