Apples falling to the ground <br />Hitting the soft, warm earth <br />Stirring the scent of death and decay <br />In the wake of a little girl's curse <br /> <br />Apples rotting in the ground <br />Amidst flesh, skin and bones <br />Blood from the fruit swelling with her tears <br />As the little girl silently moans <br /> <br />Apples reproducing for the ground <br />Spreading their venomous seed <br />Reinstating the bittersweet curse <br />From which she will never be free<br /><br />Lauren Joy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apples-10/
