Toothache Truth From the Mouth of Eden

One Bad Apple Spoils the Bunch by Sequoia on Red Bubble

My bloodstream already runs

With a steady current of ill will

How can a spoiled apple

Ruin the bunch

When I fell and rolled from a tree

Already rotted to its core?

So can you blame me for seeking out

The Tree with the Knowledge

Of Good and Evil

To taste the sweet juices of truth myself?

For licking the streams

Dripping down my chin

Even if that means I chose

Banishment by sin?

No more obscuring my shame

With sticks and leaves

Like Adam and Eve

Parents pass down self-hatred

Like any other disease

Dis-ease in one’s own skin

Better to wander

The barren wilderness

Removing the blinders on reality

Than to be trapped in a false paradise

A deceptive fantasy

I'm still untangling myself

From these deep roots

Before I'm consumed by

This hereditary cancer

If they get cavities from sipping

On their bittersweet lies

Let them nurse

Their cursed toothaches

If they can't swallow it

Let them choke on the bitter truth

I can't let secrets

Poison my soul anymore

Fill my lungs with spores

Run through my veins

Until I'm rotted to the core

I bite into that forbidden flesh

And taste victory

I didn't fall from grace

I leapt to liberation

This is my genesis

And I'm blazing a barefoot

Path to freedom