Lyric

Under the apple moon you whispered

“Nothing perfect ever stays.”

But the fruit held tiny thunder

Humming softly in its glaze

You rolled it in your hands like lightning

Red orbit waiting to ignite

When you bit it, shadows brightened—

Daybreak leaking into night

And in that shift the air got heavier

Like truth learning how to bloom

You laughed, “It’s only just a flavor,”

But it bent the whole damn room

Somewhere between the sweet and strange

You changed the color of the range