Apple.

apple

The apple juice drops seep into my mouth

and the sourness hits the top of my tongue

I pause and swallow

I place my lips onto the crevice I’ve created with my teeth

and I feel it’s wetness as I slide it over my upper lip

I take it away and tongue the white inside

making it more pliable and soft

I bite it again then I draw it back to my lips

sucking slowly

till I have to break for a beat to breathe

I go at it again

teeth making little bites removing the red skin

till I expose most of the white inside

glittering in the morning light

glorious wetness

ready to be consumed by my pink waiting mouth

up until I reach it’s core.

– Victoria Simms

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