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shadow of eve poetry
by c. eve
poet & word artist.
Outcast and lonely, she seemed to enjoy the cold. Her eyes closed beside warm fires, sleeping soft and beautiful. The night became morning with obscure references for hope.
At the end of the shadows, looking for an escape, she peered out of herself and whispered, “Is this a prison?”
She said, “you should have never been born.” I heard, “you have been alive, now go to hell and be gone.” I slept on this, that night. For love and loss, I […]
You can laugh when you’re perfectly still. The rain seemed to die. In the light of the moon, I felt an emptiness and I melted into an ocean of water, […]
Oh, so disturbing, these clothes soiled with brilliance. I had been lost like an excuse. Take me in your arms. I’ve been sleeping in the cemetery, searching the attics for […]
Gradually, the demands lessened. Content in the darkness, I opened my heart. My eyes heavy, I could no longer feel him.
He is careful of us, next to each other, overexposed in sheets. Our bodies touching and visible between tongues of flame. With an anguished expression, we intended to burn.
I’m afraid of smiles like drugs and red roses. I’m afraid of hand-me-downs, laundered with love, and worn white carpets. I’m afraid of beautiful memories, rusted and broken. I’m afraid […]