The Worm’s Perspective
Apple, oh Apple.
Your skin, shining
like a tiny sun.
Glorious flesh
caresses my eyes
(if I had any).
Your feel, your taste;
Oh Apple, it’s heaven.
Heaven in my almost-mouth.
The Apple’s Perspective
Ahhh! Get away!
Back, I say!
Don’t touch!
Don’t eat!
Oh, this curse
that we had to meet!
[The end. Ha!]
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