I Think of Winters
Before the first leaf fell
Before the fruit ripened, and the apple bit,
When the night knew nothing of rot,
nothing of screams
nothing of decay
When the night knew nothing but nothingness
Then came the ravens clothed in nothing;
darker than the night before,
Then came the ravens to take the day before it peeks
with their teeth of vampire youths
Dripping with apple juice that must have tasted like blood of all offspring,
Did Eden know of the hell her center was brewing?
Copyright © Bantu West | Year Posted 2023
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