D poetry

The innocence of the forgotten that burn your soul as the temptations of the fruit take over you body As the innocence is squeezed from the essence of your being with every bite. As the flaw of your creation haunts you in your every movement. As the juices quench you body. Your soul becomes damaged, altered. In a way that only the harborers of the same cruel fate can experience As nothing can ever be returned because the string of fate that connects also breaks. As everything is taken. You begin a new. Someone who is hollow, empty, different.