My Dear Eve

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I shall die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

Amen.

Wake up! Get dressed!  Sit with your back straight!

Put a smile on your face, wear your best, all your pins and curls

Sit in church, quiet and polite

Read the Bible, please recite

Your memory verse.

But with the weight of the Bible I will break Adam’s ribs

And repeat, my dear Eve, you do not take after this

You were not made in man’s image

But if this is the case

Why do you feel so lost

In the empty space that his hand isn’t?

Now please stay clean, oh crystal white, white, white

And pure

The Virgin Mary smiles down upon your soft skin, the skin of a child

Now turn and look

At their bright faces

Parents so proud

But wait!  What’s this?!

This ugly stain, a blot on the white surfaces of their expensive curtains?!

Well here’s to you Mommy Dearest!

Look what you’ve done!

Look at your bloodstained hands, perfectly manicured and adorned in jewels!

You’ve slaughtered the lamb!

The holy sacrifice!

“Go to your room!  We raised you better than this!”

Oh, What a disgrace!

The fallen angel!

Jesus turned a sinner!

The smoke hangs in clouds around her face

And she cowers on her dirty knees

The virgin pure, the innocent babe!

Her panties stained red

With the blood of the flag

American Dream!

Right this way!  Follow me!

Come and look

But you’ll have to pay!

To see the tragedy

A modern Ophelia!

“incapable of her own distress!”

Broken and bruised

Tainted with the most carnal sin known to mankind!

Where’s the Xanax?

Take the edge away!

Numb, numb!  In the arms of my Lord

And Savior

JESUS CHRIST! Give me an eighth! I don’t care!

Your best product!

Life’s a trip

And then you die!

I cannot live my life like this!

I wonder if I’ll ever understand God in my lifespan

I want to see God

I want to know what God feels like

I’m singing ‘la la la’ in empty rooms that carry sounds like hollow caves

'la la la' just to prove you're not the only one that can occupy a borrowed space

I’m singing ‘la la la’ in desperate hopes that when it bounces back I hear the octave change

Samson go back to bed!

Not a hair left on his head!

Oh Delilah you wretched w***e!

All the tears

And the parents cry

“Please come home”

“We love you!  We miss you!”

But not too cocky!

Tail tucked sweetly between your legs!

Take a shower!  Clean up!  Wash you of your sins! 

Don’t remind us of your transgressions!

Jesus forgives but he never forgets!

The Prodigal Son returns!

But how long until

He breaks away?

Heaven sent?

By God himself!

Condemned to Hell

With a beautiful face and the body of pure adolescence.

I cast ye out Satan!

Amen.

Author's Note

I had to write a 3 minute performance poem for school and this is the outcome! I didn't include stage directions to make it an easier read. Sorry for the length! Enjoy! :)