Poetic Justice.

Trapped in a corner, I stood there shaking, as you whisper in my ear.

You sold me a sweet delicious dream to cure my pain and trembling.

“Eat the apple” you said.

Immediately my mind swirled, heart racing and body tipped over.

Her sweaty palms raced to pick up every last penny, that fell to the ground from my broken pockets.

What was once a pink cloud turned to grey storms and thunderbolts of words from her serpent-like tongue.

They cut me open and I bled with tears of remorse for my curiosity of a life beyond the here and now.

But as the serpent rested with a belly full of greed and ego, I escaped and I broke the spell.

“I forgive you.”