
An apple is
A reminder
A token to bring you back
To the day in the orchard
When you were six years old
Sitting on your dad's shoulders
Reaching for an apple
That you had decided was perfect
Who is telling the story
Of the little girl who got raped on her way home
From school
Who is telling the story
Comments
Wow, this is some of the most unique frost patterning I've ever seen! I thought it was a flurry at first, not frost at all. I almost see it as a crowded airspace traffic jam of paper airplanes, or confetti!
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