“Not the apples fault”

 I through the apple in the trash can
It fall into the decomposing lost into the void
Was it, “its sin” or was it mine
Either way it was a crime.

I washed the dishes and I cried
As I removed there filth
And wondered who will remove mine
Then a woman came and said I was crazy.

Burn in hell you son of a bitch
These worlds she clearly yelled
As she rescued the apple
I imagine I got stabbed.

It was not the apples fault
It was I that was mad  
Contemplating about the trash
Had I become a murderer?
By Carlos Gomez/Water 3-5-16