lethal salmon
this heaviness. this heaviness.
this heavy heart casting its burdens
upon the tree of knowledge,
its solemn face laden
with the envenomed apple.
though i’m aware of its putridity,
why do i feel rather enticed to it than repulsed?
why does it feel as though i’ve sought solace within its inveigling arms?
i pluck the apple left heavy and bruised,
tainted hands sinking into its perishing skin
doused in devils and sin;
irrevocably laced with a deteriorating saccharinity.
this feeling does not wither nor wane.
in fact, it only burgeons —
serpentines up and around my throat,
derived from my solar plexus.
i take a bite of the apple,
taste your demons subjugating my cloyed tongue,
and relish in its largesse as the forbidden bliss drowns me in a deep sea of reveries;
allowing this heavy heart to breathe anew.
you’re nothing but a guilty pleasure;
a fragment of the terrestrial paradise
that resides in the abyss of my dreams —
the garden of eden i’ll indulge in ad infinitum.
for as long as the holy spirit grants
permission for this heaviness to bestow itself upon the tree of good and evil,
the oceans shan’t ever run dry —
and the sin becomes a trophy to behold.
tame lake
sweet wedge
latent spoke
fiery bone
hollow solar