pie | day 21 | freewrite

thin skin, peeled back slowly, delicately, tossed aside in strips revealing what's underneath

cleaved in two, then fourths, then eighths, knife slick, the air is sickly sweet

dice another, three, then four, stripped skinless, raw, soft, ready to bake

into the tin, spread evenly between dough, and cover every corner every revealing edge of truth

bake for an hour or so while disposing the excess don't worry if the pie seems a little bit strange i threw in some apple for flavor