Si cor meum erat, a libro, hoc est, quomodo legere

The Last Gardener Was After Lilith

To be Eve
Is to be synonymous with slut
To be synonymous with a good girl is never really a good girl until she is broken

Until she is bound
Told no
To shut up and sit down

That an apple is never just an apple
When plump lips spell poison

So cry out only when you birth the world of man
For man
On the bed they made for you
Sheets slick with blood

Eve be grateful
Eve be cold
Eve be a mother a mourner and a mute
Be good Eve

Before you are nothing
Trading you in for a younger model
Telling her your story
Using you once more as a warning:

A good girl is never truly good until she is broken