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Eve
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