Bitter angry winds whip through the darkest covens of my mind.
A silent scream escapes my salty lips.
Icy rivers of red and clear escape from pools of deepest blue.
Images of purple skies and tattered bed sheets flash like broken street lights in my head.
Nothing to do now but sit and wait for salvation
Hmmm it's got me thinking and i can only image what this poem is about. It's very metaphoric but by the description it seems like something only a woman would experience and that the apple being ate is followed by this curse and now only women have no choice but to wait for their salvation to lift the curse. But i could be wrong just a guess. But the wording is very fast and flashing which is nice to see it's short and sweet like a dream. i enjoyed this piece very much.