I am the apple that Eve used to tempt Adam.
The motel room that harbors aids and abets, adulterous lovers bent on disrespect.
The belt that bites the soft supple flesh.
The bottle that tempts the drunk from his pain.
The needle that feeds the junkie the poison directly into his vein.
The gun used to hurt, kill and/or maim.
A justification for any act of shame.
The nail used to transfix Jesus to the cross. 
An image in a mirror that supports her cause. 
The sentence that proves the mortality of a man. The match that is used for “a light”. The rope he used to take his own life.The plug, that when pulled, takes away her breath.  The building that crumples under the weight of a crash. The river that washes her life away. The earth that covers her lover’s grave.  The milk carton that displays a missing child’s name. Maybe in my next life I’ll begin again.