Remember

Olivia Woods

Your apples were as savory as sunlight

I can’t remember the last time they seemed so sweet

The last time they were as red as roses

The last time they smelt so great

I fear there is nothing left here anymore

I can't remember how long I've been here

Or when the maggots came

I can’t remember when the taste had changed

From sweet to sour

When the rose color began to rot

When these sores appeared

I fear there is nothing left of me here

Only the husk of my body

The salt from my tears

And the maggots I've eaten

Trying to remember the taste 

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• @owibia_writes on Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube
• She is currently writing the first draft of her novel, What Remains Of Us.

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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