Rotten fruit

How could you?
take a child
& crush them in the palm of your hands

bring them to a place
all alone
no other faces
far away from home

to pluck the fruit
of all that would be-
fresh innocence
stolen from the tree

to twist a smile
into a frown
to turn her world
upside down

love corrupt
perversion struck
roots beneath my feet

now I bleed, wherever I go
will she ever plant the seed, of pure love..?
to dig up from under this concrete road...

if thine dare to follow,
a hollowed heart
corroded in thorns...
dare to breathe in
the dust of past sin, if so,
I wish thy an open door
& a path of stones
leading to somewhere
that's better than the room before....