Adam and Eve
Two ribs from Adam aren't worth shit without
the other eleven pairs of calcium and woman
we are made of-
supplement pills filled with pellets of handy-down kisses
and reduce-reuse-recycle promises
can't protect your throne room
when your only knight becomes your next assassin,
oh, Eve,
if only you knew there were more singers in your choir
than the tenors,
if only you remembered how the altos' sounded
in the vastness of your auditorium.
YOU ARE READING
Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
