Adventures from the Original Sin
All that we had...
That’s all gone now.
Poisoned lips and attempted games.
We’re lost in a world meant for dinosaurs, as we become the next great creatures awaiting our extinction.
“Where to now baby?” I asked attempting to sound as pleasant as I once had been, my voice cracking, and silence his only response.
His body curved so strangely to me now, as he crawled over the harassing jungle. His shoulders larger, his muscles stronger, these things I had never noticed before. My body: a disgrace, and him: the perfect being. Modeled after God Adam stood tall, unembarrassed of our new discovery, but I had come from him. I made to fit him, made to feed the baby, made to be physically weaker. Possibly inferiority would cleanse me of this sin. I pushed myself harder, I won’t allow him to wait for me, although I doubt he would right now.
He resents me, I can tell.
I’m a bitch trailing off from Paradise with her tail between her legs.
I wonder if God will destroy the home we left. Perhaps he will just allow it to become like the rest of the world, inhumane and overgrown.
I groveled in his shadows like a beast watching her prey, and I thought to myself that it just might be possible all hunters feel terrible after their kill.
Something about the jungle reminded me of the Garden. There was still dew on the plants, still life continuing outside of our sheltered walls. There was green, and there were flowers, though nothing quite as exquisite as what we were accustomed to. The colors were dull, and the leaves scratched my skin, and I felt.
I felt pain.
Looking down I saw red lines crisscrossing my ankles... and they stung. They stung, a reaction I’d never had to feel before.
“Adam!”
Silence.
“Adam!”
“What?”
What do I say now, give in? Give in and say I’m weak. I hurt. I don't understand, ‘Adam, why? Why Adam did you listen to me, why did you let me, why did I tempt you?”
I panicked.
Silence.
A bump, a trip, I fell. My eyes never leaving the ground; watching, waiting, counting down. How was I supposed to know falling here was going to hurt? Pain. My head began to sting me in a different way than the scratches on my legs, my elbows and knees filled with rocks; red.
I could hear Adam running; I could feel his heart change pace. We never knew this world before, and we were scared. I felt his stronger arms pick me up as he laid me on his lap. I’d never known him to be angry before, so here I learned what it was to forgive. His eyes looked glazed, and then I realized my own contained that same moistness. He slid his thumb over my cheek looking confused.
“Are you...”
“I’m...” Dazed, hurting, happy you’re here... ‘I’m fine. This is fine...” I half smiled hoping to fool his ignorance, but it didn’t take.
God warned us before we left that we were no longer protected. We no longer will live forever in the Garden, we will no longer live forever on this earth at all. Though hundreds of years old, we were still very young. Our hair still thick and boldly colored, our skin tan and smooth. His eyes were wide, and his hands were strong. He held me like he hadn’t since the day we had been expelled, and I clung to him thankful for my pain.
His thumbs were red like the lady bugs. My knees were red like the flame.
“Let’s get these out before it closes up.”
And just like that he gently lifted my knee, still unaware of what pain felt like, and began to pull out the rocks. I dare not stop the coarse fingers, my refuge was the sting.
My cuts on my ankles were healing already, the ache was gone and the blood was dried. The skin would be repaired soon.
Adam was finished now. He ran his thumbs across my cheek once more and it came off almost dry. “Give it some time,” He said, and just like that we sat together, united by fear and love and waited.
That’s all gone now.
Poisoned lips and attempted games.
We’re lost in a world meant for dinosaurs, as we become the next great creatures awaiting our extinction.
“Where to now baby?” I asked attempting to sound as pleasant as I once had been, my voice cracking, and silence his only response.
His body curved so strangely to me now, as he crawled over the harassing jungle. His shoulders larger, his muscles stronger, these things I had never noticed before. My body: a disgrace, and him: the perfect being. Modeled after God Adam stood tall, unembarrassed of our new discovery, but I had come from him. I made to fit him, made to feed the baby, made to be physically weaker. Possibly inferiority would cleanse me of this sin. I pushed myself harder, I won’t allow him to wait for me, although I doubt he would right now.
He resents me, I can tell.
I’m a bitch trailing off from Paradise with her tail between her legs.
I wonder if God will destroy the home we left. Perhaps he will just allow it to become like the rest of the world, inhumane and overgrown.
I groveled in his shadows like a beast watching her prey, and I thought to myself that it just might be possible all hunters feel terrible after their kill.
Something about the jungle reminded me of the Garden. There was still dew on the plants, still life continuing outside of our sheltered walls. There was green, and there were flowers, though nothing quite as exquisite as what we were accustomed to. The colors were dull, and the leaves scratched my skin, and I felt.
I felt pain.
Looking down I saw red lines crisscrossing my ankles... and they stung. They stung, a reaction I’d never had to feel before.
“Adam!”
Silence.
“Adam!”
“What?”
What do I say now, give in? Give in and say I’m weak. I hurt. I don't understand, ‘Adam, why? Why Adam did you listen to me, why did you let me, why did I tempt you?”
I panicked.
Silence.
A bump, a trip, I fell. My eyes never leaving the ground; watching, waiting, counting down. How was I supposed to know falling here was going to hurt? Pain. My head began to sting me in a different way than the scratches on my legs, my elbows and knees filled with rocks; red.
I could hear Adam running; I could feel his heart change pace. We never knew this world before, and we were scared. I felt his stronger arms pick me up as he laid me on his lap. I’d never known him to be angry before, so here I learned what it was to forgive. His eyes looked glazed, and then I realized my own contained that same moistness. He slid his thumb over my cheek looking confused.
“Are you...”
“I’m...” Dazed, hurting, happy you’re here... ‘I’m fine. This is fine...” I half smiled hoping to fool his ignorance, but it didn’t take.
God warned us before we left that we were no longer protected. We no longer will live forever in the Garden, we will no longer live forever on this earth at all. Though hundreds of years old, we were still very young. Our hair still thick and boldly colored, our skin tan and smooth. His eyes were wide, and his hands were strong. He held me like he hadn’t since the day we had been expelled, and I clung to him thankful for my pain.
His thumbs were red like the lady bugs. My knees were red like the flame.
“Let’s get these out before it closes up.”
And just like that he gently lifted my knee, still unaware of what pain felt like, and began to pull out the rocks. I dare not stop the coarse fingers, my refuge was the sting.
My cuts on my ankles were healing already, the ache was gone and the blood was dried. The skin would be repaired soon.
Adam was finished now. He ran his thumbs across my cheek once more and it came off almost dry. “Give it some time,” He said, and just like that we sat together, united by fear and love and waited.