A Bite?

There is an apple sitting in my hands,
Waiting for so long it has
Struggled to get out
Of the emptiness and darkness that surrounded it once.
Temptation in a round vessel,
Red as blood and cold as ice,
Liquid, solid, melting for what it wants.
Shinning now,
Proving its might.
Within its taste, the mortal flavor of shame,
Lilith’s revenge, in one kiss,
The never-ending ShIvEr in the spine.
I must ask,
Would you care to take a bite?


Pic by AuroraBeauPre