Shiny Skinned Poem by Aria Quimby
Shiny Skinned
The shiny red skin
Perfectly shaped
I bite in
And taste the sweet and sour juices
Flowing into my mouth
Crisp and firm inside
Fresh
Juicy
Suddenly a bitter taste
Overwhelms my senses
I feel the poison
Coursing through my vanes
I sway
Filled with drowsiness
The apple falls to the ground
And I follow soon thereafter
My senses dulled
My conscious subdued
The workings of a poison apple
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