An orange’s world
The sun comes up and I see my orange glow
Crows are cawing, threatening to split me open
I am stuck in a bowl, feeling my neighboring fruits
I am drifting off in my warmness
When the florescent light flips on
A sleepy eyed teenager slumps into the room
Rubbing his eyes
Then he reaches and there is panic
Which one will he pick?
Surely not me, oh please no! oh please no!
I feel his rough hands wrap around and I faint
When I wake up, the kiwi next to me is gone
And there is a sigh of relief throughout the basket.

I was immediately drawn to
I was immediately drawn to your poem due to my own personal fondness of oranges. I really enjoyed your poem and thought it was very well written. I also liked your choice for minimal punctuation. You have created some really nice descriptions that add a lot to your poem. However, the word "his" is misspelt once in the poem. Other than that I don't see any other spelling errors. One personal touch I would have included would be a period at the end of the poem. I also might capitalizing the first letter of all the words in the title. This poem was great and thanks for posting it!