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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

April 14, 2016March 6, 2018

Warzone

Paintings of
red or
bodies hung in
fallen trees,
I couldn’t give myself
theology.

It’s very difficult
to embrace.
The most unlikely
of sources,
the elements
of story exist
to tell,
to experience.

And,
because of memoirs, myths
I understood
conflict.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark, dark poetry, eve, ofeve, poem, poet, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteve, uncategorized, writingBy shadowofeve

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