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Fade in….. Slowly a streetlamp’s light crawls up her chest and rests on her face.
The beauty already trapped there is too much for him to bear he,
Understands now why he cannot do as he planned he,
Is trapped.
Slowly, she lifts her eyes and stares at him, and smiles.
He sees within that smile everything he had wanted in a woman
Hearts, start to beat so fast the air in his 1998 model suv is not enough to calm him down he,
Tries to roll down the window but she shivers and he stops.
He realizes he is wired like clockwork to a woman who could rip out his life support
Out of his hand falls the gun he had brought along to end her life
Out of the other falls the knife he had brought to sever all ties
He turns to run but his feet have already succumbed to the enchantment of the woman
She is Queen.
She calls his name.
His eyelids start to flutter like butterfly wings heavy with rain.
He must find within himself the strength to rise, he attempts a rise and then,
She opens a button.
At that little glance of black he shatters. Mind racing through simulations of what could go down
He tries to look away but growing Jimmy rises in protest he cannot look away.
She says nothing. She closes her eyes and slowly reaches for the knife.
He grabs it first, surprised his hand responses, for that fleetingly moment he has control
He feels alive and proud to be a man he looks down on her now, for he is a man again,
He looks down on her and he sees.
 She’s opened three more buttons and undone a clip.
Slowly, he hands over the knife; she grabs hold and places her hand gently on his shoulder
Turns him onto his back, in his car. He knows, he tries to run but his body’s already blue.
5 minutes pass, a single tear drops, she slowly draws closer and whispers
Hear me Adam, hear me well. I am Eve, mother , sister, daughter and lover.
Feel  the cold press of your knife, feel it enter the body you thought made you king
Hear me Adam; a king would never rule me and my descendants,
Your descendants give up control and everything else, when they give mine their heart.
Written by Zadokzany
Published | Edited 15th Nov 2013
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