Psyke-Ward

i still remember the way his hands greedily, readily groped my flushed, virgin skin and whispered silvertongue words that ultimately destroyed my eden and enlightened me as eve so that i knew what adam was doing so i could be ready when my time came but i knew not what evil looked like i have looked into the face of god and seen a fire that burned me to my core and reformed me into fangs, venom anger and hate and static, into something that i was never meant to be because the vines of the garden strangle and the fruit is acidic. the more you know the less there is to give and ultimately there is nothing left but ash