Apple tree

Fingernails covered in dirt from the moss green tangles against the bark hold residue on his fingers
Pulsing fingers touched by fire ignited in her
Only those fingers were laced with poison
Traces of lost love seeps out from his hand dissecting her skin where her chest lays
His teeth pour honey close to her sunbathed face
He grabs her skin with needles of ice
She grasp for air as he reaches out to crush her beating red apple
Her face emulsified with betrayal
Her lifeless body leaves this earth with a quiet collapse on the ground, she is dead