Bruised Apples

by Alice   Dec 21, 2017


My insides do not sew the fabric of my flesh.
So de-robe me-
Pare away the horror-dress I wear
like the sheen of a dropped apple.
Then, burn the mottled and sunken mess
to behold a crispen bounty underneath.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Glad to see this nominated-well done-

  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Very clever. Glad to see it nominated. Best wishes Milly x

  • 6 years ago

    by Em

    All I can say is wow and I'm glad to see this nominated. Very clever

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Hi Alice,

    this is a very well written piece, which certainly has your name threading through.
    A clever poem indeed, and receives my nomination.
    Well done
    Michael :)

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I am out of nominations but I do hope someone else sees fit to nominate this, Alice. More fine work from you; well done.

    All the best

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