Walking out of the orchard
Of lime green apples
Lying on the ground
The ocean waves crash on land
Bright blue and massive
Through the trees
They wash over me
Salt water stinging
And the water levels rise
A mother and child turn to run
We all begin to flee
A bug crawls inside the child’s open
Pristine mind and begins to slither
Whispering thoughts
from infectious influences
TV is a drug
These apples are poison
The ocean swallows us all