Apple in The Snow
I'm eating an apple as I watch snow fluff around outside. It's so windy it's vertical. I just heard a car with a loud muffler cool its way past my house. For a moment, I thought it was a loud Georgia pine crashing into my home and crushing me.
But no, the scene is still me crunching on my apple as I type this and enjoy the flurries outside. However, this old flower water that these curly seasoned sunflowers are wading in is starting to smell like pus. Plus, my gums are bleeding from eating this apple...
Here is a poem I wrote.