REDBIRD WRITER

the daughter of Eve

‘Born under The Apple Tree’

she braided her hair in sin

picked apples from trees

blissfully watching

how they’d drown in gin

she bathed in their nectar

and shed her skin

layer after layer

shifting into a spectre

she licked the bones

of the rib of her becoming

those unsanctified

Adam’s clones

she slept in their nest

noxiously charming

for that in her arms

they’d sunk the best