Poetry

Religion

I ate an apple

once-

he said

you should be

choking,

it was already

old.

You should be ill,

it was

full up with rot,

maggots

crawling from it’s

ruined flesh.

You should be tired

and yet

you walk beside me

head held high

how is this possible?

He said

until he realised

he was asking me

for answers

and then he

turned away-

left me with my

rot

my decay

left me with my

story.

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