A child denied
A piece of cake
Clooses to lash back
With incredible hate.
With secret knife
In the darkness of
The shortest night
She played her
Version of
Her horrid life.
The mother, of course
Received the wrath
Despite the fact that Daddy
Loved her wrong.
So now the fruit
Destroys the root
But of the wrong
Apple tree
It be.
(With gratefulness extended to Sead Dedic for posting his photo on Unsplash)
Purple Pennies 