Orchard

I look to you for a reaction when I feel none of my own,
A simple poisoned apple in the orchard we had planted
Brought us down and that snake killed everything
We ever grew or watered, and I have died.
I can feel the beat of the earth beneath my rotting bones
And I reach for you despite knowing you have buried me
Deep in the orchard, beneath the poisoned tree
Where you once asked for the privilege to marry me.
I should have told you no, then, laughed in your face
Before you had the chance to feed me pie of your lies,
Before the cider you poured in my laugh solidified
Into the faithful plaster you buried me under.
I weep for you and with these tears I water your orchard,
I wash the poison from the apples you're painting,
I turn the fruit red with the color of love
I once felt, I do feel, that won't stop
And I'm lost in the dark, with a root deep in my skull.
I scream for you when the stars will not come,
And I can't see the sky from where I am,
It's dark in the dirt you have dropped me in but that's fine,
From my broken ribs will bloom a new tree.