Another Apple

A woman of twenty years,
Washed ashore without a ripple.
Letters etched all over her body,
In her hand was a white apple.

The woman woke up staring,
And eyed the apple with suspicion.
But after six days of hunger,
She finally ate it with apprehension.

At once she was stripped,
Of every thought she had.
All emotions left her soul,
She was neither happy nor sad.

After some days of naivety,
Came a man with a stubble.
Before kissing her he gave her,
A gleaming juicy red apple.

Tracing the letters on her skin,
She wondered how he had none.
As she bit into another apple,
He promised a bit of fun.

Suddenly the sun dried her off,
And the letters peeled off her skin.
They then drowned in the sea,
Cursing as they couldn’t win.