I tried to paint the whole perfect apple but my hunger got the better part of me- so I took one tiny bite and it was soooo juicy I had to lick the edges and couldn't resist another bite. And then another. I think sometimes the applecore is an archetypal image. The muse wonders...is it the residue left after the Temptation? Symbol of the downfall of man? Satiated appetites? Gluttony?