I am going to make my own way, my own path. My brother (the devil?) coveted, loved them. He thought them pure, beautiful. He wanted them tainted, so he could take them, take me. My tears kept them clean for so long, but still he came.
So I cut one off.
I look now to the stump of my left arm, the hand severed at the wrist (was this always-?). He took the other in a trick of brambles & lies, all rage & hurt, & I've nothing to hold me back, now. Ha. Hold. So I leave for the woods, on my own, to find my path.
I do not cry anymore.
I am growing hungry. There is a tower in the distance. Perhaps there will be an orchard.
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Date: 2011-03-13 05:13 pm (UTC)I am going to make my own way, my own path. My brother (the devil?) coveted, loved them. He thought them pure, beautiful. He wanted them tainted, so he could take them, take me. My tears kept them clean for so long, but still he came.
So I cut one off.
I look now to the stump of my left arm, the hand severed at the wrist (was this always-?). He took the other in a trick of brambles & lies, all rage & hurt, & I've nothing to hold me back, now. Ha. Hold. So I leave for the woods, on my own, to find my path.
I do not cry anymore.
I am growing hungry. There is a tower in the distance. Perhaps there will be an orchard.