fruit is only ever forbidden
by the gods
who look after your curious self
because they know it only rots
after it has settled tightly
in the crevices of your soul
It awakens inside of you
that which you hope to never see
~ the idea of own wretchedness ~
as if you could ever be so!
it brings you up close
with your own humanity
but without which
compassion could never arise
the fearful gods hold you back
but the rebellious one eats anyway
Open the doors to all your closets
sit on the dirty floor with me and confess
that which we all already know
you bit the fruit too
And if you didn’t, you should have
be human among humans
dive with us into the blackness
of all that is unknown
leave your guardians behind
and kiss the lips
of the one you love the most
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