My body is an apple tree
The branches weave so far down my throat
I spend most days
attempting not to choke.
.
Yet
You can’t have a fire
Without any smoke – and I am burning.
.
My body is an apple tree
Some days the twigs expand,
entwining around my lungs
until I’m sure each breath will be my last.
.
Yet it will pass.
And the birds will still sing,
Each breath will become a wonderful thing
Though even the maggots
can see through my grin.
.
My body is an apple tree.
.
The fruit filled with allure,
An illusion of perfection
And rotten to the core
.
Inquisitive delusion, a lesson to learn
Visitors are plentiful, but never return
.
A lifetime of loneliness
Is no more than I’ve earned
.
A long time worn,
Yet the roots hold strong
Throughout internalised scorn
And the notion that I can never belong
Is it so wrong
.
To need some relief
A moment of weakness
A lifetime of grief
Unevolved from the child
Hiding under bed sheets
.
My body is an apple tree
.
Through the storm and the sun
The light and the dark
The old and the young
.
Entrapped in existence
With one final plea
My mind is in turmoil
.
My body an apple tree
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