Apple in a Catsuit

She licks the licorice from her brush
An old powder brush, her grandmother's,
Sticky now, and spiky, sugar talons
Mimicking spilled oil.
Every apple starts out good--her words--
But we make them evil as we can.
Apple in a catsuit
Won't be a hero, every one a supervillain
Tempting everyone poisonous.
Every book and every philosophy
Begin here.
Night skies--lick---dirt---lick--deep water.
She produces the inevitable knife.
I think she's going to offer me a slice;
I twist my hands and forearms tight.
Could be a new fad, instead of caramel.
If you're going to joke about dark timelines
Might as well have your apples match.
But she never does.
Tells me I've already eaten it
Already written it
Already choked.

We watch the apple for a little while
And go back to our phones.

Supervillain apples...might add that to the ridiculous adventure story that I'm using to distract myself right now. Also researching snails because I need to differentiate mine from any other giant dangerous snails that might exist in other fantasy universes. Because the world needs more giant snails. Bwa ha ha ha ha!

Hope this finds you well. Can't tell everyone how thankful I am for The Sunday Muse and Poets and Storytellers United as we hunker down for the next few weeks. Thank you. 

-- Chrissa