apple

cut the apple open
you took out all the seeds
the skin was bloody red
but you thought that it was green

ate it just like adam
i pray now that you’re cursed
i let you in my garden
and now i am submersed

do you see how my blood stains?
seeping from the core
entrance to a garden
doesn’t mean you own its doors

the apple wasn’t bad
i convinced myself it was
scrubbed it to be clean
but i could never rinse the suds

picked it and you sliced it
even sharpened up the knife 
the apple of your eye
and then you took its life 

do you see the way it lays there?
helpless and confused
asking to keep growing 
just to be picked by you

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