metaphorgirl

in the garden of eden
i am the forbidden fruit
too ripe, rotten, soft

too bitter to be sweetened
hushed, silenced, mute
scorned at any cost

begged by merciless power
destroyed by tenderness
only to be reborn

bound to sin
obedient
forgiven

the world perished at my taste
rejoicing in eternal epiphanies

how powerful it is to be
woman