Brynn McCall is a high school student from Denver, Colorado with an endless file of unfinished work. She loves poetry and graphic novels, and is hoping that capes soon come back into style. Find updates or future works on her blog.
1.
In the beginning, there was rust and oil and her
hands wrapped around her own throat,
constricting like a snake. They will not notice
the half eaten apples in the garden when
their eyes are met by those splendid purple
bruises, blossoming like blood-soaked peonies.
The most beautiful thing she has ever owned.
2.
In the beginning, he
wrapped round
like a snake.
the apples in the garden
blossoming like
a thing he owned.
3.
In the beginning, there was rust
around her throat,
They will not notice
when
their eyes are splendid
like
eve
4.
In the beginning, there was
a snake
half eaten in the garden
blood-soaked
beautiful
