an apple that sinned before, sins again,
that fallen fruit—sleep induced poison.
lips red as daggers dripping expulsion from a flower.
hungry thieves that bite the rim
tastes of sweetness that binds her bones
a queen esteemed for
that bend like rubber bands,
enlists seven thieving men,
pick-pocket servitude at its best
and a prince for a princess.
a dulcet sound for a docile ending.
seven pairs of socks
to wash, claim, amend.
she plucked them from their beds one by one.
needle shaking in hand tied to paradise.
oh, to kiss a prince, to kiss a murdered toad.
to pick-pocket apples from the throne,
to die by ill-fated factions.
preserve her sinner’s hands.
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