The stench traveled
from a transparent
barrier in
a box
to the infant.
It shivered in fear
on its mother’s branch,
a holocaust
in plain sight, showing
the sugary fate
that so many suffer!
Who will be next?
Author notes
Prompt: Apple pie
A contest entry
- 30-40 words of Brilliance #51 by AutumnGypsy.
700 points, ended January 30, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critiques please. Good and bad. I can't improve without your help.
Comments
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This made me smile, I don't know if I should be at the plight of the poor apples but I smiled regardless. Best to you in the contest
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Interesting imagery, let's hope no one would be next, but nothing is guaranteed except to have faith, trust and believe. Well written. Blessings.
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No one ever thinks about how the fruit feels when you're putting it in that pie. Thanks for the comment.
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