Did Eve fear death
the first time she bled?
Did she yell for Adam,
sweating from his labor,
to come running, afraid
he would be alone again?
How many days did she wait
and wonder,
cleaning,
bleeding,
avoiding her husband’s glances
and rough hands?
Did she dress and trudge through mud
to the altar
kneeling at silent stones,
her face to the wide sky
instead of her folded hands
as she did [...]
Eve’s Blood
by Elizabeth Cranford