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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

February 19, 2019February 21, 2019

Butterflies

Your dark eyes
remain fixed on
my intake of breath
sharp as thorns,
soft as feathers.
Our bodies, bruised
slaughtering on all sides.
A sigh and
I exhale my soul.
I am so terrified
of my surrender,
I left and locked
the door.

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

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