A Road of Apples

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)

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