“She was truly the apple
who fell from the tree
far down to the grass
and then soon, vanished..”

In the woods that always remained
dark and dreadful, there had been a tree.
Not just any tree but one that grew
one apple from it’s top branch.

No other apples had grown from it
and why you may ask?
well, the reason is simple:

“an apple should not be surrounded
by apples that are either decaying
or simply rotten.”

In other words: “one must not surround
themselves with people who aren’t
good for them.”

This apple was a girl who had been rotten
ever since her development and growth.
No one had ever picked her from the tree
because they knew that she was different.

Something about her was different
than other apples on other trees.
And she herself never knew what that
something was.

At first she didn’t mind being isolated
but as time went by, things changed.
She was missing what it felt like to be
surrounded by apples who were good,
and sweet, and not overly ripened.

Over time, her stress, misery,
and depression she felt deep in her void,
lead her to decay pretty badly.

She felt ugly now. Her red color slowly
turned into a deep brown with black
touched by the sides of her.

It got to the point where she was so sad,
her body began to disappear from all sides.
Bugs swarmed in to taste her disgustingness and then flew away quickly after.

Then finally, the day of her death arrived.

She fell happily right from that tree
realeasing all of her emotions she felt,
loneliness she consumed, and relief
of no longer being by herself.

She had landed on the grass laying
with the rest of the rotten apples
and she fit well perfectly.

Rotten apples were who she’s been around
all along even if they’re not so good,
oh well, it’s part of her nature.

(poem inspo from the song
“vivica” by jack off jill)

© eyesthatcry