Her Forbidden Fruit
Forbidden fruit warned she
could be touched by none
So succulent she could not
be tasted by just anyone
Her name alone made men
crave her even more
Plucking her saying just
to taste they truly swore
But they never stopped
passing her all around
When sweetness faded
she laid upon the ground
Callously tossed there laying
bruised and beaten
So cruel not to end her,
but leave her half eaten
Soon days flew by she
slowly sank into the soil
Ashamed how they let her
very sweetness spoil
So proud that she was
praying for a kind death
But soon she was transformed
and took a new breath
Yet still forbidden fruit but
now with something new
When the men came again,
it'd be the day they'd rue
Once again they plucked
her from her sturdy tree
She swore her pain they
would surely feel and see
She was still so sweet and
succulent for them to eat
But to survive this toxic cocktail
would be their greatest feat
Named "the little apple of death"
a fitting name with a just cause
Her sweet fruit would be the last
these men ever tasted or saw
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2019
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