This ashen tongue…
It slithers through deceit
Like dreams of silk
Over the morning mist.
Your mouth tastes of promise;
It shimmers over mine
Until synapses burst
And blind, I cannot sift
Away the beauty from its lies.
An angel born of darkness;
Your dagger rooted in my spleen…
Around its icy blade I twist
Until my bowl bejewels yours
With tears of ruby warmth.
Yours is the serpent bite,
And mine… the rift.
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I am not Adam.
For you were proud of him.
I… cast out on a whim.
What had I wronged you with?
Now seeing them content
Whilst rotting in exile,
I feel the rise of bile,
Drowning all good intent.
I am not Adam.
Displaced because I dared
To question, you declared.
How could you think it just?
I have no wings to soar.
It tastes of endless malice
With poison full this chalice.
I’ll drink it all, and more.
I am not Adam.
My fate is sealed, but I
Will not sit still and sigh.
Why pray should you have rest?
One day you too will fall.
Always in speech unspeaking,
You banished me unthinking,
But doom awaits your all.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/daily-prompt-evil/
God and I have parted ways over our differing views on apples.
Love them.
He seems determined to take an unhealthy attitude towards fruit.
You can’t expect me to take him seriously after that. I mean… What did apples ever do to him?
Next he’ll be telling me that as a woman I am the source of all sin!
Fruity confessions
Like apples? Check out CupidGoesFishing’s contribution to Project O: http://aopinionatedman.com/2013/09/20/project-o-article-79-vicbriggs-uk-scheduled-for-9-20-1200/comment-page-1/#comment-63809
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