Fire Grapes

Trying to connect to someone or something I found myself in an Artist Colony resting in Italian rolling hills. Anthony and I had broken up months prior and I was lonely and searching for a way out of my disconnection to my romantic yearnings.

I met a fast talking wiley blond-haried blue-eyed man looking to make a false connection. He was an actor of the worst variety. He was the kind of man who mistook method acting as "love". He tried to woo me with his "techniques". I was bored, so I decided to pretend with him. I let him call me girlfriend even though he kissed other ladies and complimented them on their hair and eyelashes. I didn't want to kiss him, so they took that nasty job off of my lips.

I wandered through the gardens and orchards contemplating my loss of faith in the world. Cynicism had built a gorgeous castle in my heart.

I looked up to find the only love I had left. There stood beautiful grapevines draping themselves over a stone wall. They burned red on the outside and yellow on the inside.

Yellow-bellied.

I tugged the grapes off of the vines and devoured them. The sweet nector dripping down my dry throat. A lady snuck up behind and whispered in my ear, "Those are evil grapes! They are born in the belly of Hell. That is why they burn with the color of fire."

I scoffed at her and danced with my gluttony.

She ripped the grapes off of the wall and squashed them in her hands with a wicked smile on her face. She tried to regale me further with her propaganda.

My belly grew full hovering mid-air with my grape high and I stared past the silly woman into the distance. The meadows out there sparkled a brilliant chartreuse and tears burst forth from my eyes. I peacefully surrendered myself and smiled widely.