Transitory Girl


For a moment..

just the briefest of moments,

she was beautiful, gorgeous,

like the luscious apple

that sat on the sideboard

in a ceramic dish

until I threw it away,

it sides showing the very best of

red, orange and yellow,

the way sunsets do

when they are showing off,

the stem a celebration of lust

irrepressible and incomplete.

But the bottom

where you cannot see,

hidden by the lip of the bowl, is

moist, sunken down,

rancid and rotten.

©2014 Christopher Reilley

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