what I would tell at a confession
what I would tell at a confession
she swallows the corpse apple vines from the roots cutting her but not cutting her loose
they said I could not love her for it was a sin
I would say so be it if it means iv held heaven in my precence
The hypocrisy blyth simplicity on everyday teling them infront of a screen
they it will all be okay but you have a blade in your hand and a vine wrapped around your neck
A Poisning beauty so she was like flowers in the summer turning into winter her soul
was dark and full of rage
she grabbed the vine and cut me with the thorns
red rain down the shallow tree.
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Blends personal forbidden love with abstract moral/spiritual questioning about sin and hypocrisy
Dense layering of interconnected images and ideas; multiple metaphorical threads compressed throughout
Deeply dark: pain, violence, rage, poisoning dominate; brief heaven reference insufficient
Urgent, visceral language; cutting, thorns, blade, rain create explosive kinetic intensity
Approximately 10-12 lines; single block form but dense compression suggests longer conceptual weight
Heavy metaphor: corpse apple, vine/thorns, flowers-to-winter transformation, red rain; interwoven symbolism throughout
Primarily lyric internal confession with minimal dramatic distance; speaker introspective, addressing implicit listener
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