Fiction · Life and People · Musings · Poetry

Apple

fb_img_1472978510162

I am made of flaws

Dark and bright

Flaws that glow

In the night

I am made of sevens

I am in heaven

For a moment I am hades

Then a god

Or both at the same time

Ugly and beautiful like a mine

The apple stuck in my throat

That’s for Lot

The ledge

That is beauty

Do not kiss me

If the smell of the apple

Makes you feel like a sinner.

Photo: Courtesy

Advertisements

8 thoughts on “Apple

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s