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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

January 31, 2019January 28, 2019

Bloodletting

Strange and hesitant,
like breathing
for the first time,
I see you and
inhale memories, exhale your scent.
I want to ask you
about us
but bite my tongue.
I taste blood.
You smile vaguely,
beautiful as roses.
I always forget
what sharp thorns
you have.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark poetry, eve, of eve, ofeve, poetry, shadow of eve, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.com, the first eve, thefirsteve.com, writingBy shadowofeve

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