serpentine ↠ tom riddle

i stole an apple some time after i was born.
do you think of me when you eat crumble?
i think god probably does.
it's quite funny, really. he had the perfect world
and he let me and a snake and an apple
uproot it in a single day.

i opened a box they'd told me not to.
to be fair to myself, they gave me to a man
i'd never met. i'd never really met myself.
(my lungs and blood and hair were clay, once.)
that box was the only sort of history i had.
wouldn't you want to know your own story?

i abandoned a daughter and a kingdom
and ran away with a trojan man.
it has been decided that i wanted to go.
even i'm not sure if i did anymore.
they sent a thousand ships and they said they were for me.
(secret: troy was the only woman they wanted.) the moral they intend us to take away is that
women are responsible for all the evils in the world.
i'd suggest you make your own moral instead.

mine is that a single woman can uproot
and entire world of men with the simple act
of eating an apple, opening a box, loving a prince.
no wonder they use everything they've got
to keep us soft and pliant.

[ a marzanna whitefield stand-alone ]

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