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A Bruised Apple

Poetry By: Adam Tod Leverton

Tags: Bruised, Apple

Poetry by Adam Tod Leverton

Submitted:Dec 28, 2010    Reads: 25    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

a bruised apple sits
in the place where a woman's head should be
the blankets have been torn from the bed
as if in preparation for a ceremony.
but no one ever comes into the room
could I bear the comfort of a solitude destroying creature?
I want a drink
I want a gash
I want to flick off this soul
of a young boy, trembling
scared of the snarling dog

Adam Tod Leverton

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