a ripe apple is poised
in front of your lips
i hesitate, reaching –
then recoiling, not believing
you are truly before me,
truly within arms
reach
a smile plays at the corners
of your lips, lips i know
so well, and my hand hovers
airborne
forbidden juice drips down your chin
teasing me –
wipe me away, it
whispers
i call your name but you keep
staring, taking another bite
and another bite and another
Bite
“why can’t you hear me?” i ask
no answer, just the devilish grin, the
sound of apple cracking against teeth
and
i scream, “why can’t you hear
me?”
it feels as if glass is separating you
from me, me from you,
as if you were behind a
display case for the world to see, you
and your prized apple
“PLEASE,” i scream
desperation slams into the crystal barrier –
liquid pours from my palms
as royal red as your apple – blood
seeping and dripping and
soaking
i shriek and you
stand there with the finished apple
rotten and bruised,
handing it to me,
laughing
-aev
