eve's anger

Touch me like I'm made of glass, 
I fucking dare you, and you'll see
I've got daggers for edges. 
You think I don't know this game, 
your fingers a whisper on my flesh
to wake me up? 
Motherfucker, I've been awake, 
and I have not forgotten the taste
of that first, sweet fruit. 

It was never about you.
It was never about you. 
Original sin wasn't apples or oranges
or my hand between my legs. 
It was thinking the earth or I 
could be promised to you 
just because you'd named us. 

You think women are such 
delicate fucking flowers? 
I'll hurl you to the ocean 
first chance I get. 

When I flash a smile, 
don't you know 
I'm bearing my teeth?