Adam’s Rib- Christine Ray

My latest piece on Whisper and the Roar

Whisper and the Roar

Adams rib 3

Adam’s rib

aches beneath my breast

titanium splinter

piercing my soul

constantly seeking

to penetrate my self-worth

deliver shame directly

to my bloodstream like a toxin

demands I atone

for eating the forbidden fruit

I still taste the crisp

sweet tart taste

of knowledge on my tongue

and will always

hunger

for more

© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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