By Katherine Avila—
“Charismatic...”
What a scary thing-
The apple becoming the tree,
Decomposing to the core—
Choking on the soil,
Next It’ll be eyes,
My smile,
I’ll start to grow rings—
I don’t want to be an apple tree,
Standing tall and littered by liquor bottles,
Being so small, I like the view from down here—but time is moving,
Just accept it,
You’re just going to be a fkn apple tree
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