Eve

Tuesday, January 09, 2018 - By: Hannah 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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