|Image courtesy of Roger Karlsson|
There was bitterness there - the closer you got to it, the more it burned in her mouth.
She'd never really liked apples for that reason - they reminded her that things might seem sweet on the outside, but the closer you got to the heart of things, the more acrid reality you could taste. It was best to dance around the edges of life - to nibble at the sweetness.
She remembered something from her childhood about apple seeds containing poison. Or perhaps that was apricot seeds. Either way, there was poison inside of something juicy and delicious and ostensibly otherwise good for you.
Snow White's wicked step-mother had known about the poison. It ran through the heart of her and into the basket she left her step-daughter. But our girl didn’t have the power to control it; it would use her, leaving her wasted and discarded - more than she could use it.
And why would she want to risk that?