The Apple

the apple in the centrifuge thought about gravity. and physics. and all those other things that tended to silently exert their dominance over it.

it thought about the poison lurking in its seeds. how there wasn't enough of it.

it thought about the garden of eden and the story of eve. of temptation. how it was a poor excuse. how it wasn't really bad. to want something and to take it.

the apple liked being bitten. the rush of its skin bursting forth in a spray of hungry juices eager to be consumed. the apple wasn't much for metaphors, but this one in particular appealed to it.

not all apples are red it thought. but i am. not all apples are ripe. but i am. not all apples know that they are tempting. but i do.

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