a perfect little apple
crisp and smooth
plucked it straight from the tree
what beautiful fruit
my mouth reaches
to take a bite
i feel something biting,
crawling inside
squirming
grabbing
feasting
on my tongue, my lips
i gag
but the bugs never leave
scurrying down my throat
i am so naive
now these creatures
will feed on my heart
my body will be slowly
ripped apart
why little apple,
did you deceive me
now i will die
with no one but bugs
to grieve me
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Random Poetry
Şiir(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao
