Feature Fiction: Beginning’s Eve

A woman walked in the garden

Her footsteps marked the infant ground

Ideas coiled around her heart

Voices hissed within her head

A woman plucked an apple

She thought one bite would suffice

A stream of tart slithered down her throat

Her curiosity turned from water to wine

A woman tossed the fruit to a man

A challenge, a question

The world was not as vibrant as before

Or was it frighteningly more so

A woman felt the rain drop

Leaving the body soaked in tears

She hid herself in shame

And then, she sank her fangs into a lie

The Woman leaves the garden

With nothing left to lose

The garden was only Beginning’s Eve

Creation would start with Her

Joshua Wang /HIGHLANDER
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