She takes the knife and thinks
About if she really should do this.
All of a sudden, the knife scratches
Through the tender skin.
It is almost done
Just about 10 minutes left.
Her hands shake when she applies
The second cut.
Her stomach growls
Due to the big torture
She is set out to.
Just one more thing to do –
Put the sliced apple
Onto a plate and enjoy it!
Philip Kern
3 comments:
What the fuck!
Now I am worried about u phip
:P
nice poem
yours sincerely Nobody XD
scratches???
Regards
K.Sauer
Scraches: poetic licence ;)
Regards,
Philip
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