The Fall

Like a grazed knee, a cripple, an amputee
It fascinates me.
Such a fruit would bleed if cut
Right now it’s shut, so open it.
It’s easy enough to bite, to suck.
Most are just too scared,
They wouldn’t like the taste.
What worms, you’re the snake,
It’s for you alone.
The rib bone, the heartache,
The empty veins can be filled with the juice.
Such a fruit could only bring good,
And your fruitless blood says you should,
And I did.
(It tasted of nothing)
Then I hacked off my legs.
Now I’m paralysed, no hands to raise against myself.
I can only hiss.
I whisper my secret
From the corner of the garden I used to admire.
Some don’t believe me.
Others bite their tongues,
And set themselves on fire.