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Apple tree

By Katherine Avila—


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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