They have been gathering under apple trees since ancient times
They reach with their ***** hands toward the apples
They tear each one off
The wormy ones
The unripe ones
The rotten ones
Each one is good for them as long as the pick it themselves
They sink their teeth into each one and then discard it
Because who would want a bite-marked apple
They pay no regard to the thorns that protect the apple tree
They pay no regard to the bitter taste
They have a right to the apples just as their ancestors had a right to them
And when they sink their teeth into their next prey
The pulp of the apple tree runs down their fingers
mixing with the blood of sinners
The blood of sinners who take what does not belong to them
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose voices are not yet developed
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose voices are already too old
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose screams tear their eardrums
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose screams are too quiet to hear
The blood of sinners who hurt those who give life to others
Because the apple tree is a woman, and the woman is an apple tree
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
They have been gathering under apple trees since ancient times
They reach with their ***** hands toward the apples
They tear each one off
The wormy ones
The unripe ones
The rotten ones
Each one is good for them as long as the pick it themselves
They sink their teeth into each one and then discard it
Because who would want a bite-marked apple
They pay no regard to the thorns that protect the apple tree
They pay no regard to the bitter taste
They have a right to the apples just as their ancestors had a right to them
And when they sink their teeth into their next prey
The pulp of the apple tree runs down their fingers
mixing with the blood of sinners
The blood of sinners who take what does not belong to them
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose voices are not yet developed
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose voices are already too old
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose screams tear their eardrums
The blood of sinners who hurt those whose screams are too quiet to hear
The blood of sinners who hurt those who give life to others
Because the apple tree is a woman, and the woman is an apple tree
For all women
