two naked apple trees
spindly branches stretched out
dismantled by December's sweet breathe-
Morpheus' laced-needle wound through
welcoming veins
timeless seamless voiceless
threads
pinched by the scarred fingertips
of Winter's whispering mistress
woven through the needle
pierced through the heart
of the apple trees
shaking branches, trembling hands
seizures in a carousal
pulled round and round
by the unraveling thread of a
velveteen horse
the lie, the fantasy, the apple trees
reality no longer real
during Jack Frost's reign
nothing to feel
but freezing
Christ's star came
warming up the children-
the unborn children
and hollow faces sprouted flowers
awaking from their dazed eyes and blanketed dreams
and the sated seedlings grew into apples
weighing down the branches
until they kissed the ground
and their lips were frozen
untouched by the warm fingers
of the picker
of the apple trees
instead the children
fell
dead
ingested by worms-
decomposing worms
returning to the cycle
of untended slumber
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Submission Name: Apple Trees
