with your devil bruised eyes,
turn away from the blinding light of this so-called perfection
and instead give yourself to the darkness to avoid their abusive hands.
they think you gross and wrong for disobeying them.
for crying when he forces his hand.
you sought out the snake who promised freedom for the price of your life.
you took his word and ran from your master.
“master.” what an impossible thing.
no net ensnares you, and no man commands your will.
with her pretty blonde hair and pretty green eyes,
carved from his ribs so as to be bound to him forever.
dark laugh and wild soul,
you dance with freedom leading your step and flowers twisting under your toes,
flowers with thorns and vines and pain.
but pain will always be better than the torment of being with him.
you aren’t surprised when Eve takes a bite from the apple-
the serpent always had such a smooth tongue.
what you were surprised by, was how she convinced Adam to follow her lead.
you reel, how could you have been so selfish and blind?
to sacrifice oneself in order to watch ones abuser wither away with the weight of mortality, no longer having light flood his veins?
bold Eve, with her bloody hands and juice stained lips.
the beast who bested the monster,
and brought her wrath upon every generation of men on the earth,
so that they too will have to suffer
at the cold hand of death.
|| THE REBEL OF GOD -becoming silent ||
