Twigs around your wrists

I can't speak

like a dream, I can't open my mouth

and I am forced to watch the apple rot

green, attached to the tree

I can't save you from your misery

to be eating or to rot

to be cherished or consumed

to be loved or called the forbidden fruit

I cannot save

so I bathe

shower

to cleanse my thoughts

to be free from what I know

to just go

so that I am not the cause

here comes the worm

I close my eyes, can't look

maybe you will fall

maybe you will not rot

maybe you will not be eaten

maybe all this is entirely up to you

but my hands, I wash

hope, I must

that the twigs do no harm

and your wrists are safe

If you could

if you have the strength

to cut yourself from the tree

to remove the twigs around your wrists




Dedicated to: SM (Pure, Happy)