From oil ridden eyes fall soft, polluted tears.
A small fawn weeps for a mother but Mother never hears.
The forest wilts and the core of the apple disintegrates,
Becoming a force hidden somewhere in the soil;
Lingering in desperation for a chance to one day
Transform into a flower worth picking.
But each time she starts to grow, her spider web heart
Tangles unseen threads of her truth and their illusion;
And in the confusion she becomes the sedated clam,
Imprisoning herself in a fortress hidden in the sand.
Eventually the clam knows not the difference between
The dark sway of the ocean and a life on stable land.
Pure pearls bleed into a sinful blackened gem;
Narcissus flowers bind the treasure and slay
All who dare divulge the secret to the stone:
“Sinister deception is all you have ever known,
But all your dark unspeakable sins, child,
Were never yours to own.”