Red apple

by on June 10, 2018 :: 0 comments

Whirling,
In a nightmare,
I awake.

Living
Subconscious,
In the unconscious
Hours of sleep.
A thought in me
Was eager
For: beauty.

Her face is:
A red apple,
With a juicy bite,
I realize.

editors note: A midnight snack for an apple a day. - mh clay

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