What am I but an apple?
Easy to consume,
sweet on the inside.
An ingredient that everyone likes to use.
What am I but an apple?
When I’m not ripe enough,
when you first have to bite into the rough, sour skin,
when the recipe needs something new.
What am I but an apple?
When I’ve rotten away,
when you’ve reached my core,
when I’ve decomposed to something softer.
What am I but an apple?
You claim to love my sweet skin,
claim to want the seeds hidden within,
but those seeds aren’t the kind to grow trees, but
are the kind that grow roots that fester and corrupt the soil.
What am I but an apple?
Do you still want me when I’ve rotten inside out?
When you’ve reached the core, will you throw me away?
Sometimes I’ll be sweet, but will you love the sour counterpart?
What am I but an apple?
What am I?
A rotten apple.
