Except from Eve

Twisted and 

Bent and 

Burnt and finally 

Remolded, 

Finally, a girl made anew. 

I don’t even recognize her anymore; 

Hopefully he won’t either. 

Now she stumbles around, 

Head still high pumped with false confidence. 

She speaks with someone else’s tongue, 

Looks through someone else’s perspective, 

But she still thinks with my brain. 

That we still share; 

For now.