her eyes trailed down his sides
and all the lies in her bones shook and tossed,
turned over in her soul
she was a stone, a statue in the garden
but a broken bird of prey
she hunted him, and he'd cower beneath her animate corpse as she
tore into him,
eyes rolled back into her skull and
fingers clawed his body,
little half-moon scars on the back of his neck
where her nails dug in, bleeding, buying time before
their playful god kicked them out of eden
because she was the forbidden fruit all along
and he was the snake,
without innocence.