Song of Eve

'Silly girl,' I can nearly hear him say,
and the smile that leaks into his voice is rotten
It's rotten and disgusting and gross
'Bite the apple, and you'll be in excruciating pain.
Do you want that? Do you like to hurt, you stupid slut?'

He's right.
Right because it's a threat, that’s true, but still.
He's right.
But there's a morbid fascination,
to know of my damnation,
to feel the full sensation
Of what he'll do to me if I disobey

Only he can't do anything.
So he won't hurt me tomorrow, but he may do so yesterday
And if not yesterday, he'll do it the day before.
And again and again – a month ago, last year, before I was born.
With each bite I take I feel sicker,
and with each memory I swallow, the poison spreads

All I can really do is shake and cry and sob.
'Why would you do this to me? How could I ever forget?'
I plead and I plead, but there is

Nothing

You're quiet. You no longer exist.

So why am I still crying?
With the knife removed, and stitches in place,
why am I still bleeding?



I know that you did not plant the tree that bears forbidden fruit.

I did.

Still, I wonder,
Why not cut it down?
You could erase my memory,
but it festered
Why let my image grow?
Why keep me when you could banish me?

You could have won so easily if you did.

Because that's how you saw this, didn't you?
A game to be won – just the two of us,
where you could obtain the unattainable.
You always loved it when I'd play along,
and even more when I did so as my voice was shaking,
whilst still refusing to get down to my knees.



You're so, so cruel – but never cold
Always angry and always brooding
And for if you ever wondered;
I don't think there was ever any hope for you.
Because everything that ever came for you,
you sent yourself.

You're easy to predict,
Yet hard to understand.
And I want to know
if you hurt me out of desire,
or out of hatred

And I would ask you
But I think
I prefer for everyone to forget
You were ever there