The Apple
Skin shiny steel, the color of rosy cheek; Flesh crisp and tender and flakey, Just to be savagely torn. Now blemished by toothmark, Skin hangs and bruises exposed, As tender flesh darkens by air.
Thousands
Thousands of footprints echo in time. Past's cold iron cage enclose those behind bar. Vessels soon sink or else meander ashore, molded by ocean wave's pound. Skeletal limbs haunt this earth. No matter, we still devour. Barriers put end to life and become so many, swallow strife. Thousands of footprints still echo in time.
