A Choice
I learned to climb these scorched trees.
Oaks of damnation, blackened to the core.
I have grown to pick these scarlet fruits,
sinking my bone and flesh into their pits,
gnawing the delectable flavor of sin, savoring it.
I'm stained, internally, black berries of lust.
My veins pulse sweet crimson indigo, infected.
I guard this peculiar tree; its roots entangle death in my soil.
Let it grow.
Oaks of damnation, blackened to the core.
I have grown to pick these scarlet fruits,
sinking my bone and flesh into their pits,
gnawing the delectable flavor of sin, savoring it.
I'm stained, internally, black berries of lust.
My veins pulse sweet crimson indigo, infected.
I guard this peculiar tree; its roots entangle death in my soil.
Let it grow.
Gabriel Vega