The Apple

Wasted energy
and much groaning
avail nothing
but longing
and painful endurance…
the loins produce 
both
blessing and cursing
good and evil
pleasure and pain
life and death
ripe fruit unpicked rots
falls
 to the ground
disintegrates,
becomes
nothing.
She pauses-
considers biting hard

the apple,
that brings
 sweet satisfaction
and 
regret…
instead
biting the lip,
lets it fall from her hand
for one 
more day.

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