Metallic red, and silky skin. The apple sat on the counter, basking in the sun. "Apples are my favorite fruit," Toga would say, "bright red, shiny, and juicy." There was always a fresh apple on the counter for Toga; for when she'd eat it before school, or before going to the gym, for when she brought Mike over for the first time, and shared one with him. But Mike liked other things too. Red and metallic , just like her spilled blood, silky skin, just like he once touched, torn all over, and a knife that sparkled in the sun. The apple sat on the counter far too long, it's skin broke out in black, and its shine was lost. The sun turned red, and Toga basked in it as she lay dead. The smell of rotten apples filled the house.
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✨Escapril ✨ § poems and shorts §
Poetry🔅The smell of rotten apples filled the house, as Toga lay dead. 🔅 Hey guys! This is a collection of poetry and short stories for the escapril challenge (prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram) so I will be posting a chapter for every day or so of...
