she was always looking

for mystery and metaphor. until the truth slapped her one too many times flat and fast and open-handed cross the cheek. the stories hold no untold magic. they are what they are and they ate of the fruit and it was [mainly] Her fault. so she would be burdened with curses for the rest of her dwindling days. she and all the females following. 'your desire will be for your husband, but he shall rule over you.'



thus saith the _ _ _ _ [?]