The apples he left
on the granite counter
tasted like stone,
like rock,
and you swallowed them
as such
because they tasted
like earth and pain,
and you wouldn't have
to see them,
deep red,
cupped in the palms
of your hands.
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
The apples he left
on the granite counter
tasted like stone,
like rock,
and you swallowed them
as such
because they tasted
like earth and pain,
and you wouldn't have
to see them,
deep red,
cupped in the palms
of your hands.
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