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Still Life in Eve's Garden (part four): Bitten

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Unlike the Garden
the Forest whispered
its’ secrets

Unlike the Forest
the Garden merely tickled
her fancy

The Forest
knotted her hair
skinned her palms
bit her


the bees sounded different
their hum less honeyed

In the Forest
she fell to pieces
its’ recesses claimed her
such that

when she put herself back together
she was whole