Forbidden Fruit

Contributor: Megha Sood

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The alabaster moon is lying too low
in the belly
of the warm skies
too far and too near
like the forbidden fruit
ready to be picked
so fleshy,
so juicy
for the warm clutches of the
needy earth
waiting to be imbued by the
milky moonlight
washing the turbid emotions
festering in the blue veins of the earth
How shallow?
How deep?
Does the wound know?
Nobody knows
Not even the flies feasting on them
all they care about is the food
they are feasting on
The monsters in my belly are growling
of the pain and the hunger
hunger for the truth
I have been hiding for years so
I'm hunted by the truth seekers
the seers,
as they know the apocalypse is nearing
the day of the destruction
is nearing
and my soul seeks
the balance between the cacophony and the
serenity
on a beautiful moonlit night
in the heart of the sky
when the alabaster moon
hangs low
really low


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Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing poetry editor at Ariel Chart and a collective member/editor at Whisper and the Roar, GoDogoCafe, Candles online and Free Verse Revolution.Her 200+ poems have been published in numerous poetry journal and magazines.She recently won NJ NAMI Axelrod Poetry competition.Her poems have appeared the anthology "We will not be silenced" by Indie Blue Publishing.