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A poem by Katie Collins:
bruised
the child studied the apple
quivering from its corner of the counter
spider webs entangling the rotting fruit
as if no one quite recognized
the purpleblackgray
Scars
Swallowing it up
One
By one
shadows crawled over the tile
the child wondered then
how long the light bulb
had been shattered
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Posted by Editors
on May 7 2012. Filed under Poetry and Short Stories, Top.
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