A fruit finds
a home in my heart.
It grows without concern;
its stems branch out
into my lungs.
It seeps away
the breath that lay within,
it curses my throat
and opens my tongue.

I weep and tear away at it,
hoping to free my being
from this Eve manifest.
I sound the drums in my chest
and wake the roar that sleeps.

I shall not feel you again…