They threw me to the wolves and left me for dead
I had only two options: eat or be eaten
I emerged a wolf and they retreated with dread
I drunk their poison and they sent me back to Eden
My hesitation is in no way a reflection of their ineptitude
Rather, it exposes my own frailties
For how can I return favor without rectitude
When I have never dined with deities
When falling is the price, gravity is the beacon
It is the fuel of love’s implosion
A temptation to the connoisseur of reason
And I’ll be damned if I don’t surrender to this explosion
anishagold 