Apple

I pick my right hand off the ground

And pray it has no cracks.

Autumn coughed,

Made me laugh,

Drop it.
Snap!
I see it's devilish twin
Fall on a bed
Of leaves 

An stare with blue
Fingertips
At me.
Can't move.
Two frozen legs lean against
An apple tree
In sweet misery.
Just my luck!
Looking up to the sky
I see hanging from a
Black&white branch
A pair of purple lips.
They whisper slowly:
"Tag!You're it..."
Can't breathe.
I've become today
Just another prop
In this season's play!
Windy curses paint the still canvas
Which has imperceptibly encaged me.

I crave to eat an apple-
But the apple already ate me.