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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

October 27, 2019October 5, 2019

Petty

I’m still healing
after what
you did.
I wake up from
homicidal dreams
every morning,
dripping
all over
the bedsheets
but don’t worry, love.
The blood is not yours.
It’s mine.

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

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