No One Hears
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.