Taste

By Phantasmagoria

I bit into....

A rotten apple.

And tasted its moldy core...

The skin, so cleverly flawless

There was no telling what was inside.

I sit here....

And forever wonder...

When did this apple go bad?

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Published on Saturday, January 21, 2012. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

When did my dear, sweet apple go bad?

Comments on "Taste"

A former member wrote: Simple form but packed full of stunning promise. Enjoyed and Appreciated this composition.
On Friday, January 27, 2012, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...an apple or a guy, you never know what's inside...when you find out , it still might be puzzling...
On Saturday, January 21, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Haunted has a very apt comment. If this was really inspired by an actual event then I'd guess it had been treated with ethylene dibromide to prolong the shelf life, common trick in the grocery stores lately, cheers!
On Saturday, January 21, 2012, Phantasmagoria (121) wrote:

Thanks. :)
On Saturday, January 21, 2012, haunted (837) wrote:

unfortunately you have to bite into the beautiful exterior to really get whats on the inside. and sometimes you never know what you'll get. if you ever find a worm, be gentle. they have feelings to! metaphorically of course! excellent poem!
On Saturday, January 21, 2012, Phantasmagoria (121) wrote:

Ha ha, thanks haunted! ;)
On Saturday, January 21, 2012, Taunting The Reaper (169) wrote:

At least it wasn't one of those fake apples, bad is at least true.
On Saturday, January 21, 2012, Phantasmagoria (121) wrote:

Wow, thats true :)