Rotten Apple Flesh

He bit the flesh from her bones

and found it rotten.

Lovers lips

piercing apple sweet skin,

twisting tongue through tender sinews,

searching for the tenderest morsel.

Tongue too eager to taste

left gagging on worms

burrowed beneath the surface.

Gentle shades of purple

and black.

Bruises left

by sucking,

biting, writhing,

mishandling...

not its cause?

Purest flesh turned

tainted whore.

The world is a fickle mistress.