Fallen Virgin

September 3, 2008
By Shaquanna Morgan, Brooklyn, NY

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.

The author's comments:
I love poetry. I am a published poet. It describes me. Life molds itself into what you may think I am but really am not. So I hide behind this molding, the truth lays between the words; the letter; what I write. It's me! You can google my name and find more of my work, I'm sure you'll enjoy!

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