The forbidden fruit is alcohol.
Or is it cigarettes smoked by a girl who was diagnosed the other day.
Is it too much sugar, too little sleep, and to many responsibilities. Scrape me clean. Pray for Eden; I offer rot to your hungered hands.
I was not her. I did not steal heaven, a segment of rib.
I can barely hold my own organs in their place
(my lungs lap at leftovers).
Confess to me, we decay alike. Cored creatures, our spilled seeds.
It's stains on cigar butts, worms that wiggle wet with earth,
and - I attempt to inhale, lungs rattling like rusted nails in a tin. Rebirth must hurt less than the final breath.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 5:26 PM UTC
The forbidden fruit is alcohol.
Or is it cigarettes smoked by a girl who was diagnosed the other day.
Is it too much sugar, too little sleep, and to many responsibilities. Scrape me clean. Pray for Eden; I offer rot to your hungered hands.
I was not her. I did not steal heaven, a segment of rib.
I can barely hold my own organs in their place
(my lungs lap at leftovers).
Confess to me, we decay alike. Cored creatures, our spilled seeds.
It's stains on cigar butts, worms that wiggle wet with earth,
and - I attempt to inhale, lungs rattling like rusted nails in a tin. Rebirth must hurt less than the final breath.
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