The apple fell too near the tree
became an only, crying, pick me
got some worms in it’s core
from the rock bottom rooted dirt floor
decaying on the inside while the outside stays pretty
blaming everything on gravity
someone picked it up hoping it’d be good for a pie
but cut open the rot had nowhere to hide
it was tossed away because there’s nothing else you can do
with bad fruit
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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