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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

August 6, 2021July 28, 2021

Fruitless

In a fever dream
dancing with
the devil,
I ran circles
around roses
painted red,
burnt to ash.
She smiled at me
all sharp teeth.
Careless of
my own comfort,
I reached out
for beauty
and wounded myself
on the thorns.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark poetry, eve, poem, poet, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteve, uncategorized, writingBy shadowofeve

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