Check the Apple

My hunger demanded to be sated

and all I could offer it was an apple.

It said it was an adequate offering 

for the time being.

Instead of bringing it to my lips

to have my teeth pierce it's skin

I opted to cut it's body into slices.

My hunger rolled it's eyes back

with delight as it savored 

each sweet bit.

I paused and looked at 

the half remaining on my plate

and saw one-third of a sticker

remaining on it. 

I felt sickened for a moment

and realized there was nothing 

I could do. So, I finished the rest

and hoped for the best.

Apple

Bright red,

waiting for me to halve it,

the apple sat.

I cut it down the middle

only to see

writhing life.

Our only mistake

was to desire

the same thing.