"but the cherries helped, to keep the words inside and the truth subdued."
ah, yes little girl. but you forgot to spit out the seeds and soon there will be no room left inside you. just room for cherries. red, blossoming and juice the color of headlights, christmas and your eyes when the lighting is just right.
"but no one told me i couldn't eat them."
ah, we all warned you, did we not? it was not our fault you got so confused by the many arrows pointing you in haywire directions to and fro. will it be so horrible for me to laugh when cherries spill out from your neck? oh look, there they go. greens first to proclaim the apperance of a bud, and blue next to soften the skin for escape of that cherry red flower nearly in bloom. fresh enough to lick clean before eyes catch view, tropical enough to taste the bitters and sours tied in with that sweet, sweet euphoric red.
"and whisper your songs, birds to the air
we'll bury all our burdens there"