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"Sugar" was her name

I cannot tell if it is guilt, or the bitter acceptance of my nature that weighs me down this morning.

I cannot tell if it is truly my nature, or if I am simply an addict, seeking nourishment in all the wrong places- at all the wrong times.

A binge eater .. I fast, famine and feast - devour the fruit before it is ripe - I am left with indigestion.

"If only you had waited."

Reprimand myself, I fast then بفطر على بصله , coated with chocolate to trick my imagination into thinking it sweet.

"But onions are good for you, so what if they smell."

Today I wish I were catholic, so I could go to a priest and confess. He would subscribe a few Hail Marys to me and I would be forgiven ...

If only I were a believer, I would repent.

But is it sin to want - to taste - to eat?
And if one does not taste, how would one know ... is the apple mushy or is it firm.... is it even an apple?

An apple a day keeps the doctor away, or so they say - but today's apples are packed with hormones and those can't be good for anyone.

A bite of an apple and I could go to sleep - snow white in a coma, waiting for a prince to kiss her awake, or a frog to tickle her feet as she dreams of biting an apple and waking up to her nudity.


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The wind doth deceive me and your voice I hear in the tree shrubs
Possessed am I with your eyes
They pierce my womb and into earth's core
I fall to your embrace

عشقٌ وجنون

Smile to me
For you I set my eyes on fire
With the lashes of your eyes
Hide me in the wallpaper
So I can stay near you