You pick the stem out of your apple before eating it.
You twirled the apple by the tips of your fingers and examined its beauty.
Looking for any bruises or imperfections.
You toss the apple back and fourth between your ***** hands.
Hands that have touched hands that have felt hands that know.
You raise the apple to your mouth and dig your front teeth in following with the bottom so a clean piece is ripped away from its whole.
The juice slowly drips from the corners of your mouth down your chin to your neck leaving it sticky and smelling fresh and sweet.
Your canines crush though the skin and penetrate further into flesh as it slowly finds its way to the back of your mouth.
You laugh at the now imperfect apple and with such spoiled satisfaction you throw it into the empty field to rot and disintegrate.
You strut away without another thought and that apple no longer means anything to you anymore.
I leave in the stem when I eat my apples.