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Eve

Eve, with those feeble hands, intertwined with grief unending. You have been pushed to the wall and your guts grew in the process.
Eve, you watched him go to and fro, and those nights seemed unending as your pillow drank your tears till dawn. You watched him walk in with a deep look of indifference, smelling like all the flavours of women on Earth. On every other day, those perfumes would have smelt beautiful but certainly not today and not on your husband's body!
You looked deep at him and the Jezebel in you started growing bigger, your days became plot trainings. Your bones became stronger and you mustered a permanent smite on your face. Your eyes burned with fire but he never noticed.
Adam, oblivious of these changes, never knew you were becoming his regret in life. He never knew you were capable, he brought you to crossroads and left you without options. Adam grew the Jezebel in you and you walked right into her bosom.
On the day of your death, Adam, you weren't looking. The writings were on the wall but you cared less. You haven't looked at her face for years so you couldn't see Queen Jezebel looking. She hid your wife's innocence but you couldn't see it. With your wife's feeble hands, she slit through your chest and left you open. She looked at you with fire in her eyes and anger in her heart. You bled till there was no blood left and you breathed your last.
Eve, you were left loose after the perfect assasination. She has helped you but in the eyes of the law, you have committed murder. You looked remorseful but it was of no use today, not today! 
Adam wronged you but Jezebel wronged you most!
CATALEABONEZ

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