adam’s apple

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

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