My Fairytale

An apple so ripe, cranberry-red

Sweet poison

The taste cloying on my tongue

Bitter skin

I try to cough the piece back up

Blood frozen

There’s no more beating of my heart

Breath gone

I have lost

My eyes are wide open, but blind

I trusted

The wise old crone becomes a witch

She laughs

They come to bury me in my casket

No air

I want to scream, but my lips are shut

Fade away

Once upon a time