The Simplicity of Good and Evil

sweet and sickly the serpent weaves

his scales glistening as his body curves

voice alluring

tempting

forbidden.

his evil spirit tempts me

pulling me in

seducing me into sin

the serpent takes form of a man

his arms embracing me

entangling me

strangling me

tracing me

whispers pressuring me into temptation

soft echos of disgrace burdening the flesh of my ear

urging me to disturb the universe

to break the rules he -man- has made

pushing me beneath the tree

a being of nature like no other

towering

intricate

its branches speaking of time

years of passing

holding knowledge

memories of the good and sinful

memories taking on the form of knowledge

knowledge has become the fruit of life

but this life is evil

this fruit prohibited

its crimson shell a shield

the serpent urges me to take it

his voice tempting

so seductive pain stabs my abdomen

stepping forward

each footstep echos in my mind

the

only

sound

reaching

stretching

grasping

tugging

the fruit breaks free

the tree shaking in encouragement

as I bite into the fruit

knowledge floods my brain

the sweetness shattering the bounds of innocence

clarity burns me mind

shame burdens my thoughts

I AM EXPOSED.

the serpent laughs

the sound a screech

scratching

scraping

scalding

my naked skin

a cruel melody twists in my mind

is this my punishment?

was pleasure a sin

and happiness a shame?

does he take thrill

in seeing me

HURT?

is my weakness his strength?

am I not made from him

but him made from me?

does he only feel

what I feel?

are his emotions made from mine?

and my body made from his?

do we mock what we create for each other?

or is this simply

GOOD VS. EVIL?