Abuser And Eve: A Short Story

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Slithering in loose coils down her shoulder, her hair shone like black oil, lashing out with blinding light. Eyes so sharp they lacerated the air, and stabbed with their gaze. When she spoke, the earth trembled, the wind stilled, and clouds of speech seeped from her lips. Breathing near her felt like swallowing ash, the poison burned a trail down the throat. Eden was too pure for her; its flowers shrank back into the soil as she cut a path through the Garden. Sunlight fell gray and broken upon the trees; her presence alone exhausted the endless. Adam took a long pull from his cigarette and stubbed it out on his lady, one long tendril of smoke floating to God’s lungs. She may have been the temptress, but he was the abuser, and Eve tried
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