Sorrow
Her daughter reminds her
You choose your attitude
You choose your own happiness
A serpent sputters his promises
The woman hypnotized
desires the power the glory
She mona-lisa-s her lips
clutches the fresh fig like an infant
Juice plunges down her breasts
The tree stands without temptation
Life and death its fruit
A four-sided scimitar of fire
flickers among the branches
She howls to the universe
I choose life so that I might live
The mother cuddles her child
rubs blood-tears from cheeks
Ryfkah 10/1/06
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