• Floating through nothing
    Choking on everything
    Dead but still breathing
    Blind but still blinking
    Heart beats but nothing flows

    Ripped from life
    Ripped from joy
    Ripped from love

    Images cloud
    Remembrances of unending pain
    The skin remembers too
    Remembers what was once felt
    Denial is a cruel narcotic

    Voices echo in a jaded alto
    “What happened to you?
    Tell us, for we are bored.”

    A laugh
    A sigh
    A concession

    “I once chased the golden apple,
    I pursued the forbidden fruit,
    I wanted what was
    No man’s right to taste.

    I sailed the waves
    In calm and in storm
    No rock or wind would impede my quest
    I would be the one

    Blood
    Fears
    Sweat
    Tears
    A draught tasted
    By those who dare
    I dared
    I dared drink the draught
    I dared drink deep
    What I wasn’t welcome to keep

    I found the golden apple
    Oh lucky me
    But what else I found was a sight to see
    A rattlesnake with hair of flames
    His forked tongue wrapped around the apple

    My apple
    My golden apple

    Eyes burned
    Stomach churned
    Darkness fell
    Here I am in hell.”