Three women who were told that they broke the world. Destroyed Eden, bought pain, crumbled Camelot. But what would they say if they could respond to the men who tell their tales.
We Are The Fall
They say we broke the world —
Brought pain. Fire. Fear.
By apple eaten. Pithos uncorked.
Betrayal of Guinevere.
We are told as their warnings,
A moral cast in myth:
Fables dressed in honest men —
A fruit. A jar. A kiss.
But they never ask the question:
Who placed the fruit on the tree?
Who forged the jar and filled it?
Who bound her heart, then called it free?
We did not break — we opened.
We did not fall — we flew.
They called it sin. We called it choice.
They feared what women knew.
So yes — we shattered Eden,
We drowned the halls of kings.
But from the ruin, roots grew wild —
And we rise from ashes of sins.
Rebecca Bolton
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