Write it/Forget it

Her hand hovered.
Second thoughts.
On this side
of the door? Loyalty.
But also
fantasies left hidden,
and desires left
Beyond it? Betrayal.
But also
a promise of
forbidden fruit:
knowledge and feelings never
before experienced.
She used to wonder
about Eve
and the Garden.
How could she have been so foolish?
So easily tricked?
Now she knew — it was only a trick of timing.
Sooner or later,
Eve would have
bitten that apple anyway —
because she wanted to know
what it tasted like.
She hesitated a few more seconds,
then rang the doorbell.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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3 Responses to Write it/Forget it

  1. Adan Ramie says:

    I love it! And I agree; Eve would have definitely bitten the apple anyway. Women are awesome knowledge rockstars.

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