(i like my apples peeled)

she had the prettiest eyes.

blue. green. golden shimmers in the sun.

so i held her face in one of my hands

and took them out one by one.

her mouth was loud-

the screams and cries hurt my ears.

so i showed her the lovely pain of

hearing through sheers.

she made a mess.

red water everywhere,

and she refused to clean it up

so i made a mop with her hair.

cursing and crying,

she was bitter, cruel and mean

i decided she must have gone rotten

so i cut her heart out clean.