Bad Apple
My instincts
screamed at me
but I chose
not to listen
You,
opinionated
and arrogant
Rubbing me
the wrong way
but charming
and smooth
with an
engaging
charm
I turned a blind eye
Telling myself
the positives
outweighed
the negatives
But a bad apple
poisons the barrel
and we died
a slow and painful
death
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Anmol, alias HA, is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with writing
about an apple.
Word Prompt
Smooth - RDP
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