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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

October 4, 2016March 6, 2018

Vice

surprising, your empty bullets and
blood soaked carpet
instill within me thoughts of
candlelight dinners,
hot baths,
rose gardens…
a romanticized violence;
I trail my fingers across sharp silver.
can you see
how desperate I am
to be
wounded?

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged art, c.eve, cassiann eve, dark, dark poetry, eve, ofeve, poem, poems, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteve, uncategorizedBy shadowofeve

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