This Apple Speaks to Me!
by Shannon McGee
I sit upon this apple feeling it’s true thoughts.
It wishes to be eaten and nourished through a body.
But as for me you see I can’t not grant it’s wish
For I am a confuzzled fae and no mouth on me exists.
Thoughts of this apple I can hear so loud.
I am dying it says quickly.
But if only I could be eaten and granted my last wish.
For then I would be become something else
My true purpose and nothing would be amiss.
by Shannon McGee
I sit upon this apple feeling it’s true thoughts.
It wishes to be eaten and nourished through a body.
But as for me you see I can’t not grant it’s wish
For I am a confuzzled fae and no mouth on me exists.
Thoughts of this apple I can hear so loud.
I am dying it says quickly.
But if only I could be eaten and granted my last wish.
For then I would be become something else
My true purpose and nothing would be amiss.
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