Blonde girl in a cornflower blue dress sits underneath an apple tree
she opens her mouth wide
perfect teeth set between bright pink gums
the apple she held in her hand
it shone with a crimson hue
glistening with the moisture from the early morning
exploding with colour as the invisible rays of sunlight strike it
her teeth tear into the soft moist delicious flesh of the apple
and it gave it's life for her
as a pleasured sigh escaped from her lips

lack of caring lack of sharing
lack of people to repair mental dings
ego is bruised by an unused muse
whose body was willing but mind was wailing
stale things have more of a crunch
like relationships and chips for lunch
it's just a hunch so don't be scared
pretenses melt when the chest is bared
tickling, touching, gentle, ******
simply subsides into being psychotic
pulling on ropes with no safety word
the thought of a tear is merely absurd
no sadness or pain only pleasure in here
dungeon underground to ease the fear
of normalcy that comes over thee
when life becomes a rut in which the feet are stuck
trench foot caused by stagnant living
mud falls in and it's just not giving