Eris Came to Me at Night - Wreck and Reference

Eris came to me at night and whispered in my ear

«You're getting boring, you’re getting old»

And as she left she placed a single golden apple

At the foot of my bed

I tried to go back to sleep, knowing it was futile

Until the fractured dam inside my heart burst forth again as it always does

I took a bite and it was mealy and it was bitter

Not at all how I expected

Such a beautiful thing to taste

The smell of burnt toast

Flooded my nostrils

Another mockery, another practical joke

And when I finished, core and stem and all, I just lay back and Waited for the

drama to begin

For my life to unravel

Crumble or capsize

To recede into obscurity and smolder in the shadows of your brighter,

bolder and far more fragrant blooms

They say inside all obsession is the seed of a wish

A prayer for absolution

From the pressures of the living

And so I spat the seeds out

And wrapped them gently in a cloth and tucked them tenderly beneath my

sweat-stained lumpy yellow pillow and slept for 30 years

And then another 30 more

Just waiting for the stem

To rupture through my skull

And free all the fluids

Free all the dreams

Draw in all the pity

Dam up all the streams but nothing grew