Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing


I am in a cage,
that I have decorated with the decades of my downfall.
In my new world,
it rains stones, heavy and humbling from the sky,
and the ones who love me most become cannibals when the moonlight reveals my mistakes.
Drinking cherry coke in the shadow of trees that have seen more than I ever will,
I become immortal, in the garden of Eden,
susceptible like the sweet girl, first spoken to by the snake,
because all I ever wanted was for someone to notice me,
for my smile to start up a marching band,
or my eyes to leave scars on people’s souls,
and the snake says “I see you, sweet one”,
so what can I do?
I hold the apple in my hand,
and I am healed,
seen and satisfied for the first time,
at what cost?

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