The poison apple.

A simple apple.

A dark red apple.

It sits on this plate.

On this plate it sits. 

I reach out for it.

For it, i reach out.

My hand touches it's smooth surface.

The smooth surface, my hand touches.

I bring it to my mouth.

i open my mouth slowly.

My teeth bite slowly into it's smoothness.

A beautiful soft taste fills my mouth. 

It taste almost like cream, but, with a bitter after taste.

With my second bite, i drop it.

My mouth tasted like blood, the apple had become bitter.

I looked at the apple that lay at my feet.

It had become rotten within a few seconds.

I dropped to my knees.

To my knees i dropped.

I cannot breathe.

Breathe, i cannot.

What is wrong with me?

With me, what is wrong?

This beautiful apple was poisoned.

Poisoned, this  beautiful apple was.

I died that night.

That night, i died.