mother nature gave her children eyes to avoid ingesting death disguised by rich reds and oranges;
she said "nothing can be this bright and still be holy."
so Eden is a citrus, or Eve was a martyr regurgitated by the angels into white pulp and spherical orange walls for me to relive her life. a heavenly temptation.
beauty and pain transcending reincarnation. her antagonistic coral shell undresses for me, elegant in her shambling skin, as if naked holiness was lethal and contained in blood orange juice.
heaven reverberates in splatters across the inside of my cheeks. i squint as another soul squeezes into my body, swallow a tartness from tears of excommunication, exhale a sweet joy as i am deprived of myself.
and now i am Eve; shelled, blamed, tortured in paradise, reduced to a uselessly beautiful rind for as long as i can taste the remnants of this ambrosia, for as long as her soul does not evaporate from my taste buds.