Apple of Eden: after the event
Thomas White, Age 11

Colour flowing out like radiant waves,
The night time star awakening below.
As round as a ball, a small, thin pole my only life line.
Spots like freckles and juice like blood.
Juice flowing, swishing like the sea,
Juice exploding, my insides a blast.
My core shining like the sun,
Skin like leather, as smooth as a young child’s skin.
The rusty insides where my lungs used to be,
Seeds raining from the soul.
Our souls as white as the moon above,
One crunch, another and that’s the end.