Life as an Extreme Sport

Eye of Eve

This to this:

I am not Eve,
slender and lithe, with straight bleached hair and blue eyes
(or curled brown and streaked with red, chocolate pools for irises; natural redhead or fiery fake).

I am not Eve,
older tho not wiser,
curving in all of the wrong places, too much in the right.
My hair is not the right colour, my eyes framed by crows laughing lines; I paint myself into nothing.

Lilith, the foil – bait to catch the jealous eye of Eve.
In the end, equal returning alone to her cave.

Still needs work.