Sour Apples

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Sour Apples
By Kate Davis Poetry
Featured in "Open and Raw"

Submitted: May 06, 2019

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Apples are usually healthy. However, that’s not the case for you and I. Apples in our world are nothing but heartache and lies. Our pie is made of apples of pain. Like moments when I was called nasty names. Our sauce rotten because it already turned. Just as quick as the moment the cigarette burned. The slices have already gone too. As quickly as the blood down my face from the fork you threw. Our apples are bruised and rotting away. That's why I no longer wanted to stay. But apples aren't just a metaphor in this case. At one point one even hit my face. I could no longer bare to pay the price. I wanted a fresh new slice. A slice that was healthy and ready for more. I knew I not only wanted but needed to soar. But I also feel I deserved it from all of the gore. I know it seems hardcore. I couldn't take the horror anymore.


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