I have this image of you
Clawing at the sides of my head-
Keeping cover: through a rabbits eyes I see-
A rotting, ageing apple
Bleeding from its core
Flesh is unleavened
Words bitter to taste
And the stench of foul direction
That rises in Lucifer’s seed
This view is only from the side
Those places perched out of sight
But Behold. I see your fruit of evil
Blackened on it’s branch
Sideways on
And in a split second
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