an apple

he was carrying this apple with him
everywhere.
“my lucky apple” he called it,
ironically.

a conscience.

there was a hungry worm
gnawign it constantly.

poisoning its taste with
its toxic excrement.

once,
he forgot to bring a desert
in his lunchbox.

took out the apple
and bit.

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