You had to
Your heart tugged, would not rest, letting you know it was inevitable
As soon as you saw the fruit, your soul became guiltily enraptured in its simple, sweet beauty
But you consumed it,
And then it consumed you.
What you thought was sweet
Now burned across your tongue;
you tried to spit it out, but it was too late--
your mouth was sealed by the bitter awareness that comes with existing.
Was it worth it?
