remembering a mirror in an apple
i can see you’re high
you enjoy the way it feels
skin flexing right before it snaps underneath the sharpness of your well kept teeth
bitter juices released to your commanding bite
a flicker flashing across your eyes
you become slightly removed from time
content to steal a second needed to observe the fresh landscape youve carved out of a once perfect, shining body
silently documenting the freshly hacked path
frothy liquid bubbling over new surface as it fuses with airs touch,
glistening between the dance of light,
choreographed by notes from a muted music box.
eventually the pureness will rot under its circumstance,
so take as much as you can from the body.
consume until you reach an unforgiving core
that will inevitably spill its seeds to the floor.
a natural sacrifice to gravity.
a biological failsafe
ensuring the continuity of lineage.
it will grow back,
as it always does,
desperate to appeal to you,
wanting nothing outside of your acceptance,
because who are you,
if not it?
the eternal soul.