Apple Biting
A haunting slam poem about modern temptation, social masks, and the price of silence.
In a world of glitter, screens, and carefully crafted illusions, the serpent no longer hides in the shadows.
It smiles from the spotlight.
The seasons of the soul, you will feel each season with all of the weight it carries. You will hear the dead leaves crumble beneath your feet as you walk through my mind. You will feel the bitter cold frostbite turn your fingertips to ice as you stand in the center of my pupils. You will watch the ice melt and uncover the muddy acres of my heart. You will feel the sun beat down upon your skin as you lay out in my subconscious.