War on Medicine

apple on a branch

I had to abolish you,
How long would you grapple?
Delighted to breakthrough,
Enslaved, daily apple.

Disgraceful fragility.
Never imagined treachery
Of bitter inefficiency,
And a myriad sisters left to memory.

Serenity, dishonest,
Instituted disciples of anger.
Never again, you promised.
Silence, refreshing candor.

Vestiges of the past,
Afflict my insides, mutinous.
Hysterical sin, vast
Recital of an ode to my uterus.

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