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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

October 11, 2019October 5, 2019

Flawed

Looking for some fault
in my morning worship,
I am catastrophic.
I dine with the gods
as they feast on
prayer and sin
for breakfast.
Stone, their faces
hold no expression
but a divine spark.
Eyes luminous
and so sensitive,
they are almost
human.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, ceve, dark art, dark poetry, poem, poetry, shadow of eve, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.comBy shadowofeve

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