Apple Tree

Your mind feeds you thoughts 
that all pile up into your stomach
and become the apple seed 
that sucks away your nourishment 
and only gets stronger 
as it grows 
and grows 
and finally grows up your throat 
and out your mouth 
as apples appear
along its rough branches 
becoming twenty feet tall.
Youll be the tallest around
except the thorns are invisible
unlike the ripe red apples on the leafy branches
protruding from between your parched lips.

This poem is about: 
Me

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