Eve

9 January 2018Hannah S, Alex ‘18; Photo by Paul Fletcher

eve eve your lips are stained red with shame that crimson liquor which burns in your throat, engulfs your lungs, fills you up like the fruit that you consumed eve the prospect of knowledge made you tick that eternal rhythm in 4/4 time strangled your thoughts until all you could think of was knowing understanding thinking eve you were created by a man from the rib of a man to be a man’s companion to nurture, to feed, to love, but not to know eve you knew that knowledge was a losing game loss of love, loss of trust but you craved it nonetheless when you grasped it it fell through your fingertips like grains of sand your heart plummeted in your bare chest it was never meant for you eve you were banished from Eden for wanting to know what a man already knew faced with shame, with guilt, with punishment for needing erudition eve after having clutched your bliss the only remnants of your knowledge are mundane eve you were created by a man from the rib of a man to be a man’s companion to nurture, to feed, to love, but not to know Hannah S, Alex ‘18

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