original sin

Sweltering eyes

the gaze of a thousand suns

that should be mine. 

Mine to wear and to hold

and to care for

The thoughts you think 

should come from my head

I bite into the apple and I

know the sweetness it lacks

is on your tongue

and in your stomach

I see myself and know

it should be you instead

A needle through my eye

sews my brain into

discordant mumbles

that I will hear for all eternity