Deadly Red

Deadly Red short poem

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I gaze at the glinting red possession
which is cemented into my palm.
The shining red light lures me,
The smooth touch delights me.

A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks,
handing the glossy fruit into my custody.

“Have it, my love.” The shadow suggests.
I don’t hold back,
I take the apple, and bring it to my lips.
The fragrance hits my nose,
I hold the scent, fearing it would run away.
It fades.
My eyelids fall and my awaiting mouth unbar.

I take a bite.

The sweet nectary juice dribbles down my chin,
The syrupy crunch makes me gobble the fruit.

The sensation feels alluring,
but this only lasts a while.

The pain hits.

I look for the shadow,
the same one who handed me the fruit.

I don’t see anyone.

I feel my breath shorten,
my limbs feel drunk
my head spinning.

The world fades to black,
as I fall into the growling darkness.

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