Fallen Virgin

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Cut fingers on the tree vine
While the juice of the fruit sweetens your soul
Having bled through many open vessels
Your body is a bee's attraction
Your nectar becomes vulnerable, as the brain withers away
As the worms untangle themselves and escape into the ground
Your legs move toward the sting
The bees have made a home on you; to use you
Love you and then destroy you
Thinking the darker the berry the sweeter the juice
You replace the past, which has destroyed you, with a bitter guest
Your life as you known dissolves and your once sweetened soul boils over
The bees disappear
The struggle may seem over
But this guest came with many vermin.





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