Mypo 365

Day 38: Candied

Wrapped in a candied shell
This apple rots away
Unknown to the peeking eye
She’s inedible today

The stick it punctured
Like a sword
Into the flesh again
What ever will become of her
What will be her end?

She knows how to remove it
To become afresh and new
Yet she chooses to sit still
The memories she’s to chew.

So the candy sits and smiles
Stick held high above
Without a hint of what’s inside
She dying to be loved.

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