Ant Farm

It was kind of a funny thing. You see the apple was out of her reach and when she elevated herself on her tippy toes I could see the stretch marks on the backs of her thighs as her skirt lifted. They looked like ant farms. I wanted to touch them so bad because ants can lift things ten times their weight and I sometimes can't lift my own legs. She tugged the stem until it sprung loose and turned to look at me. It scared me to realize women are beautiful. She handed me the fruit and told me to take a bite. It was the first day of fall, and it was warmer than it should have been, and the apple was kind of sour and made my mouth dry.

About the Author

Deb Gilmore is a junior at Arcadia studying communications and computer science. She is a writer, filmmaker, and musician, and is known artistically by the name "Busy Bee." Much of her work is centralized around feminist and LGBT themes, as well as breaking down stigmas surrounding mental illness.