apples and eve


god gives me gifts
packaged in pain
i open them carefully
still stinging from blue eyed angels
sent wrapped in peach cream skin
broken before i chose

i recall lessons learned
and remember those learned twice

i no longer seek angels
not fully formed
i poke the outside
for telltale signs
of sad surprises
and move along
from suspect smiles

it seems
i'm tiring of the taste of saccharine
smiles and faux truths from lollipop lips
perhaps, i should remember
eve lied

 

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