Forbidden Fruit

I’ve taken a bite

crisp juice dribbled down

my chin

An answered prayer from the

heavenly hosts

a clasped hand closed tight

like a casket

Banished me

The ground churned toiled

and labor pains shoot up from

my hips flashes of lightening

of memories that survived

the flood

The fruit swallowed left to

decay in my tummy has gifted me

Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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