A subtle scent winds through the soft breeze, Carrying slight sweetness and the crispness of fresh autumn apples Gingerly, I pluck one from an outstretched branch, Feeling its cold, smooth skin in my little hands
Tag: Bite
Just a Bite
Fangs gleam in the dense shadows, Snow white stained with copper crimson Jaw gaping as unquenchable thirst takes over Ruby eyes glisten like gems in the distance, Tracking every single step, each tiny trace of movement
Poison Apple
Won't you have a little bite Of the poison apple, my dear?
Introverted Creativity 