the bane of indecision
i’m afraid
that if i don’t make a decision
*now*
my whole world
will fall apart
pieces
scattered
i’ll blow into the wind
become dust
but i’m already dust
or so the story goes
and eve had to know
*now*
all the secrets of the universe
double double toil and trouble
the serpent conjures work
back-breaking
sweat and tears
blood fertilizes the earth
and so my inner voice calls
‘be still’
and i let the apple go
snow white
i’ll remain another day
not poisoned
by this wolf
i’ll wait
for the answer
to come to me
Diane is apologetically Southern. (American.) She is a lifelong Mississippian and a chemistry/math teacher turned writer. Well, she quit her job and couldn’t find anything else to do. She’s supposedly renovating her grandparents’ hundred-year-old homestead. She can be found on Twitter @SheExclaimed and on the web at SheExclaimed.Weebly.com
Wanton Fuckery Poetry 
This is a great poem! I love it, especially the visual format on the page & the numerous allusions. Well done! I look forward to reading some more of your poetry! 🙂
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