I am the kiss of Abaddon,
who spurned His gaze from Me;
the Shining One, I slithered stars
across this scorned horizon
glittering abyss winked out
temptation - black
as slighted vanity;
shooting apples fall
onto your pomegranate lips -
a Snow White hiss
embraced by forkéd tongue
serpentine anguish;
beneath this belly crawl
to rub the Earth
with salt and sweat
while coiling doubts
constrict
I am the seed of good
and evil
wantonly planted;
my roots devour
all














LoL). For me, 'turned' is just a genial, generic word, which this poem definitely isn't.
I actually think 'glittering' could be 'shiny' (more of an unexpected word in a weird way, I think) & 'shooting' could easily be 'shot' or 'cannoned' or something else.


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