The forbidden fruit sharpens its crooked teeth
And scrunches up its face as it looks at me.
I feel the saliva drowning my tongue,
I sense the hot air filling up my lungs…
But I must look away, even if I perish,
Must build myself a brand-new parish.
The believers will find it by early dawn
And set ablaze the freshly mowed lawn.
They will call me an unimaginable traitor,
Then pray and thank the old gods later.
But the forbidden fruit leaks pure honey,
It stares at me like I owe it money.
No, I cannot fall for this temptation,
Cannot grant those thoughts an invitation.
Yet, my heart feels heavier every minute,
It begs me to just end it, just kill it.
I know I can do it, but not today.
I bite the fruit like the holiest prey.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 