It sits on the table waiting
I spot it
It's scarlet skin glimering in the pure light
I bite into it
I feel the flowing elixir run down my chin
I hold it in my hand
It's scared flesh showing their energy of life
I bite down again
The center is bare now, crispy to the touch
I twist off the last connection to life
One sparkle of light in the world disapears
Author notes
I wrote this for my poetry class.
Please tell me what you think
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This is a most interesting work, and brings a new light to the word life. An outlook not normally brought out in writing. I love the image brought on by your words, and the last line uses light in an amazing way. I liked it.
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Thanks!!!
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