quivers on a low branch,
shivers in the wind.
“please eat me”
only the snake heard her plea.
Exotic fruit;
undeniably beautiful.
What cruelty is this;
where such an exquisite taste
never reaches the palate?
She rots on the tree;
fermenting an alcohol
grown quite bitter
in her eternal seclusion,
and her ultimate lack of purpose.
She festered with a vile spirit.
Too much time left alone.
The snake could not have known.
Poor Eve certainly did not,
nor did Adam,
and all of humanity
has been quite drunk ever since. o
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