No One Hears
- Aamna Ahmed
- Nov 5, 2021
- 1 min read
White picket fence,
the sound of laughter roaming.
A large white kitchen
marble countertops filled with fresh fruit put with love—
underneath the basket of love,
where the eye can't see,
a healthy bright red juicy apple becoming wrinkled and discolored.
Liquid begins oozing from its skin—
dark brown lesions appear
the sound of laughter, but no one
hears the apple rotting.
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