you knew better, eating those
berries in the field
as you wandered alone
near the woods, near the water,
not far from home.
plucking them off the tangled vines.
you knew it might be a bad
idea. you weren't even
hungry. but the berries
were red, some blue. they
seemed to be bright with
sweetness, happy in their
own fat way to be picked.
you knew, and you still do,
but you keep eating them,
despite what comes next.
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