(As Published in Silhouettes of Stardust)
When did I become the favorite toy
being fought over by two siblings?
A doll pulled into the sun
and the shade.
Pandora chose to open the box.
Eve knew what she was getting into
when she plucked the apple from the tree.
I warned Eurydice
“that last step is slippery with winter rain.”
Do you think it was my choice to wed a man I did not love?
Live a life I did not choose?
Do you think I chose to sit on a throne
of flowers and bone
and serve my sentence of half an eternity
half a year at a time.
With the juice of six pomegranate seeds
staining my clean fingers.
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