Freed

I always had a feeling

if they left it was because of me

something in me was not like them

I had to expose my core

and they would have never bitten that apple

But I was not the apple

I was not a drama fruit-queen

around which the universe would spin

amidst which their dominion could be threatened

No

I was not the apple

I was not a seed

Just past dusk I saw an animal cry

weeping

eating

freed