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The Forbidden Fruit

Last year, during one of the worst periods of my cycle in December 2025, I was curled up in agony. Those monthly cramps that make you question everything. I leaned into my shadow work practice: sitting still with the pain, giving it a shape, and trying to release it. This time, the image wouldn't budge. I saw a perfect red apple, but it started dripping blood, raw, visceral, like my body was weeping. Then Eve's story flooded in: that tempting fruit she bit into, not knowing it'd curse every woman with this endless cycle of pain, blood, and rebirth for all time. In that moment, white-hot and desperate, I wondered if her "choice" worth it? The knowledge, the intuition, the Akashic access we gained... gift or punishment? This artwork became my altar to that question, honoring the ache we all carry.

Selene Veil

1/16/20261 min read

Deep thoughts

Sitting under a tree,
A feeling roars inside me.
It wants something sweet,
It needs something deep.

A long slim scaly thing,
Slithers down from the wing.
It speaks! Yes, it speaks!
I hunger; it seeks.

The serpent offers a dream,
A red glossy fruit supreme.
He must hear my growl,
So primal, so foul.

Before I take a bite,
Voices warn of my plight.
Like God, knowing good,
From evil understood.

Why call this a curse? I ask,
The creature flees, unmasked.
I bite the delicious gift,
My weary spirit lifts.

Ambrosia floods my belly,
Yet pain sinks low, so heavy.
The growl turns to howl,
Aprowl in my soul.

Red nectar paints my thigh,
It bleeds from me, why?
This hidden sacrifice,
Birth's crimson price.

Now I know more than Adam,
Intuitions wild, not random.
Was the fruit worth the cost?
This body's ache, never lost?

The Forbidden Fruit

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