I am that black velvet
blue ink sky of silent solitude.
Yes, my whisper is that toneless breath on the wind.
A truth speaking louder than words.
And yes,
my night will swallow you.
Devour you,
whole.
The unspoken song of a woman confined by the roles placed upon our bodies by men.
By those without sight, wisdom, nor intuition.
Yes, we see this all, a shadowy, hazy vision,
and stand by to make way for your falling stars
Captured in our open hands, still swollen from the endless throb of
our taboo sexuality.
Eve Who Ate the Apple
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