Heather Truett
Upon Eve’s Return
There is no hope left since Pandora lost her key.
There will be six days of uncreation.
I’m going to shatter your world to grow my garden again.
Adam burnt the sky to cinders in my name.
I will kiss his flaming face and bury him at sea.
There is no hope left since Pandora lost her key.
I’m wearing skin and velvet to start this Armageddon.
I’ll build a boat from Adam’s bones.
I’m going to shatter your world to grow my garden again.
Each blade of grass will stab a heart.
The foamy waves sacrifice to me.
There is no hope left since Pandora lost her key.
I’ll cross the tempest and battle the gods.
Eden will remember my fingers and feet.
I’m going to shatter your world to grow my garden again.
You do not deserve the flesh of this place.
Your leader’s a shepherd that slaughters his sheep.
There is no hope left since Pandora lost her key.
I’m going to shatter your world to grow my garden again.
Heather is a hill born Kentucky girl living down south in Mississippi. Her credits include: The Mom Egg, Vine Leaves Literary, Tipton Poetry Journal, Drunk Monkeys, Forge, Panoply Zine, and the Young Adult Review Network. She is represented by Amy Tipton of Signature Literary.
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