Eve, a retelling
I don't know where she is taking me,
We are charting boats and crossing seas
Pitter Patter boom
flipped
& inside out
The rain tickles my eyes
She says this is no laughing matter
The sun won’t come up Unless we lift it
The oceans and green were all just scenery
Razors for hands she is taking them down
Fire for eyes she’s keeping us warm
Heart is all she’s got and she is putting it in
Her back heaving
My eyes stinging
Scream she says
Do it now
The potion won’t work if it ends in a frown
She wants me to see it all
She turned around and watched me fall
Says we are running out of time
Says it won’t make sense if I’m stuck on the ground
So up we go
Moon scenes
Sky screams
Dust clears
She says we won’t die here
Dazed and confused
I trust her vision
Blurry as it may be
She reminds me of Me
She says it before I can
You're going to have to scream
Let it go
lose your mind and just
scream
Run the air, stare and flare
love just scream
Yes, you were always more
then somebody’s dream
The lighting won’t come without my cry
I do it then
Pitter patter boom
We’ve fallen from the moon
I focus on my breathing
Scream, ending with a frown
Nowhere to be seen, I hear her loud and wild
“You have been running away from me lately
And that makes me proud
Just know I do not chase
Too busy running around with me.”
Split Screen
I keep getting advice from women who don’t know what it means to be my kind of pretty
My type of waist
My bust size
Talking about throwing away my time
for men
Who will want to look at and hold me so much that they’ll always think about failing me alive
Knowing good and well my image will still burn in the back of their eyes
Pretty like me doesn’t die
Just like their beloved men
At the very least
These women demand to see me cry
They can’t be me so they fantasize
My kind pretty
My type waist
My bust size
The damage I could do
With the twinkle in my eyes
They project over my voice too
Talking about how a moan and a groan will have him fall to his knees
When I don’t want him anywhere near the paths I’m blazing
Pulling at my ankles
Talking about forever and other demented daydreams
I am too 'me' to not talk over you
And if I’m quiet I’m probably somewhere else or wishing you could die to it all too
Every morning I wake up and pray the good lord takes you
Knowing good and well that’s my job
All that fate has trained me to do
Sometimes I sympathize but
This death really becomes you
You're a good sport, always helping out
Lighting yourself on fire
Surprised when I don’t put out
Oh, you were screaming?
I was too busy enjoying the music
That you should be so lucky to get to know me
I am woman
Bone of my bones
Flesh of my flesh
Just the rib to sum up all the good
That was taken out of man
We all know the story
In the middle of the garden
God told you not to Touch
or eat the fruit or you will surely die
Your limitation
Said nothing about what I couldn’t do
I ate the fruit
Immediately gained the wisdom
And without hesitation
Knew that all we planned was your demise
Even God wasn’t satisfied
But now I’m supposed to see eternity when you look me in the eyes
Ha
will you ever get there?
with
My kind of pretty
My type of waist
My bust size
Slytherin through
Eve, they once called me
Mother of all the living
Only upon your perpetual death
Could God finally say “man has now become like one of us,
knowing good and evil, he must not be allowed to reach out his hand and also take from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.”
Did you hear what your God said about me?
I am the us
I am the we
Call me Eve
Mother of all
My kind pretty
My type waist
My bust size
That you should be so lucky to ever get to know
Woman
Bone of God’s bones
Flesh of God’s flesh
Bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh
Just the rib to sum up all the good
That was taken out of man
Man who must die
The only being God sought to kill
Conspired with herself
You dirtied up her breed
Had to put you down
dust you off
Expand on the positives
Make themselves whole again
Make a girl like me
And then once more
For There were three
Our kind of pretty
Our type of waist
Our bust size
That you should be so lucky
Me?
The best of everything you could ever hope to be
But You shouldn’t look at us that way
We don’t have time to kill you today
Your gonna have to find someone else’s life to borrow
Banished from the garden
Working the ground from which you were taken
Placed off centre
Your body, through many a flaming sword
Is what it’s going to take for you
to get to a girl like me
My tree of life
My kind pretty
My type waist
My bust size
That you should be so lucky is comical, given these biblical times
We are not girls prone to sacrifice
Remember that next time you dare look me in the eyes.