DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: BROKEN APPLES, by KIRA RETROGRAD

silent breakage of rigid yellow leaves
shattered fallen are broken apples
red of life, yet rotten humble death

I confront oh, ravishing strong gale roars
as subtly haunting flowery footprints echo
whispering tunes like fragrances in grave
of fake crippled beauty draped on and on

Oh! they reap on rotten, half stolen apples
sorrowfully feed to cold asleep famished
with white starving fingers, now alive blood.

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