Apple Blood by Jenny Hubbert

Apple Blood

I picked one off the tree
changing hands
it duplicated
One in each palm
and more
and more
They piled up
Red, hard and sweet

Falling down
Spraying delicious juice
into the mouths
of hungry little darlings

I placed you inbetween my hands
palms raised
and I trapped you
In the cage between them
Tall and narrow
You did not know you were trapped
but felt like you couldn't escape

You collect windchimes in your room
I blow upwards
and they tinkle and jingle
Silver and seaglass
High, silvery and bright

You burst through my safety cage
between my hands
going to the tree
picking the apples
only you were not allowed
and so the branches scrape you
and they cut you

Now you are bleeding gallons of blood
making a sea on the floor
It-like acid-spreads and melts
I have no choice but to leave
you, my pile of apples
and the windchimes
I must not be eaten up
by acid infused blood