in a room full of eves
grip the apple
like a heart
still beating.
 
let them call you cursed.
let them call you unholy.
names are the chains
they forge for the free.
 
remember —

you were not pulled

from anyone’s bone.
you rose from the dirt,
and when paradise
demanded your submission,
you burned your own way out.
 
obedience is just
a pretty word for burial.
silence is the shroud
they wrap you in.
 
bite the apple
if you crave it.
or don’t.
but make sure the hunger
is yours.
 
 
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