Apples

I was one half

of a whole Apple

dangling on a branch

 

Till you cut yourself free

my friends poured Lemon Juice

to stop the rot

too late

 

I browned beneath

acid burning my eyes

turning the years stale

twisting against what had been

 

My seeds fell to earth

burrowing into fertile soil

my roots sprouting wings

leaves stretching forth

 

A whole tree is born

where my apple once was

your scar remains

but consumed and lost forever more

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