Eve’s perspective

He escaped to the grounds of blooming fruits.

Was bitten kindly,and tripped on grassroots.

What came to bite him was not a heinous fly.

But Instead of escapism-he was ready to die.

He dived his teeth

Into the apple of the wonder tree.

Questioned my vanity, as he looked at me.

Grasping the fruit and missing his balance.

As he fell to the ground,in utter silence.

An urging light had Incontinently passed.

My feet were naked,planted beneath the grass.

I felt the ground rumble with doubt and anger.

As the air felt heavy, and the light grew stronger.

Its shine coated my breasts to a radiant white.

An evocation of my thoughts,reminded my fright.   

I muttered an explanation in a haste,it was sudden.

Waiting for condemnation from God, take my blood and-

He watched Adam fall to his surrender.

And Jesus blamed me, because of my gender.

I am the faulty force he is blaming.

A vomitorium holding enough for the shaming.

Centuries speaking of the woman with the apple.

And nobody prays for the woman in the chapel.

Adam is the only one that they see.

So forget about me,forget about Eve.