E.

You do not call her over the phone. She’s like a (pungent) dream. Her life is a box full of fake chocolates. Rather, a rectangular box filled with powdered salt. She behaves like it. Like coarse salt.

Her hair listens to the storm. Her nails aspire the witches. She is you, she is worse than you. It’s always a rainy day when E is around.

Coffee could be the reason multiple times, seldom her. Herself.

She remarks at others quite often. E ate the poisoned apple that Adam was supposed to eat. Adam saved himself. Adam played a game, maybe Adam tricked E.

Innocent birds forget to chirp when E starts singing!

E eats eggs and men for breakfast. She digests lies and lip stains for a living!