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Tamara Ramadan May 2021
Eve
The apple was never forbidden,
It was just out of reach.
The fruit so long hidden,
Its nectar sticky and sweet.
A scripture written
To punish Eve
For a sin that brought civilizations
Down to their knees.
The world’s population
Succumbing
To Eve’s unbecoming,
Sinful silence of creation.
Skin on skin, dark revelation,
Fingers dipped slowly
In glasses of wine,
Pensive *******.
Bottles emptied overnight.
The world’s grandest design,
To make poison out of fruit.  
In church, we wept
For the sins we kept.
Prolonged punishment,
Sacrificial liberty, lightless beacons,
Cages in the garden of Eden.

— The End —