peeling

even tears are pointless
in the quiet hour of the night
when no one sees her
melting

this pain the apple
all have eaten,
but the bite of flesh
never softens,
and the skin ever sticks
between teeth,
nagged all day by a tongue
to be loosed

each bite pares
closer to the seeds
revealing the core
only to waste it

the eaters throw away
the treasure so crunchingly
sought

she wants to be seen
for the core of her being
but inherent in paring
is throwing away