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 

She smiles

Like she doesn’t feel

The weight of

Expectations 

On her shoulders

She smiles

As if she didn’t 

Spend last night

Crying in her room

Slowly breaking