Eve Awake

a painted canvas
promised love and eternity
promises went unmet
a brush was lost to a fickle grip

the canvas tore apart when avowals unravelled
fanciful strokes dissolved upon venomous, gossamer thread

in forked tongues of a thousand he spat
unaware of the legions that lay within his own coils

the python squeezed her awake
yet it was Eve who shed her skin
better reborn, naked, free of skein or stroke
than to lay penned forever among a serpent's weave


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Photo a composite of public domain images
Words and resulting image copyright Pryde Foltz