Apple

A sheen of oily black.

An enigma.

It makes you want to

approach,

to

do things.

.

Have you ever

met evil personified?

I cover my memories of it

with a braeburn apple.

How apropos

.

It wanted to push me

to come out.

It could recognize

my footsteps.

It rewarded me me

for feeding spiked food.

I relished the attention.

Everyone recognized it.

It was often alone.

.

When betting together,

I won once.

I lost once.

I gained nothing.

~

.

But now

years after

there is one memory

that haunts me.

-At the time-

I was unsure

and asked a friend

(who also eased me out),

who told me,

despite everything

it was a bad idea.

Now I know it could have destroyed

my career

my chances

my everything.

Apple. Now I am horrified.

.

Me and the evil

were going

to do it

together-

Little notes;

all bad

all insulting

one for everyone,

pushed in lockers

indiscriminately.

It would be

great

fun

For who?

Where was my

morality.

Apple

Why was my sense of conscience

gained by someone

I often thought

lacked one?

Apple.

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