Apple & Beads

A Pink Lady apple.

A rope of beads.

A quiet afternoon.

Trinkets and trifles to make the way of this world a little easier.

Prettier and happier, too, because we need more of that.

Metals and glass and fabricated facets.

A silvery, sinewy thread to tie it all together.

Something to adorn the fruits of every labor.

There is beauty and danger here.

No matter how beautiful, it’s still just a rope around your neck.

No matter how delicious, it can still be a vessel for poison.

I do not care.

I would risk it all to be a little prettier, to taste the temptation that befell Eve.

We are human. Hear us roar.

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