This was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. you look at my nakedness and call me ‘Eve’ name my sins disobedience greed as you take the apple willingly from my hand but I am no Eve offering temptation of the tree of knowledge’s sweet fruit serpent wrapped around the branch above my head … Continue reading Lilith
This was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. You look at my nakedness and call me Eve name my sins Disobedience Greed as you take the apple willingly from my hand But I am no Eve offering temptation of the tree of knowledge’s sweet fruit serpent wrapped around the branch above my … Continue reading Lilith
My latest piece on Blood Into Ink
I wear my sins openly
black ink tattoos
scrolled over arms
legs
stomach
back
history of the girl I was
the woman I became
I do not lower my eyes
in shame
deference
to your delicate sensibilities
I meet
your questions
judgements
head on
you are not my god
not my priest
the fate of my soul
has never rested
in your hands
keep your pebbles
your stones
away from my house
this sacred temple
I have shattered more than once
re-glued my pieces back together
fractured mosaic of
glass
mirror
copper
steel
do not rest your eyes long
in direct sun
or by full moon
I hear the light
can be blinding
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It is always an honor to publish my writing as part of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. I hope you enjoy my latest piece for SD, “Lilith”
You look at my nakedness
and call me Eve
name my sins
Disobedience
Greed
as you take the apple willingly
from my hand
But I am no Eve
offering temptation of the tree of knowledge’s sweet fruit
serpent wrapped around the branch above my head
I am Lilith
the first
shaped of the same dirt
as Adam
so the legend goes
But I am not of dirt
but of fire
His equal
unbending
headstrong
refusing to lie beneath him
in supplication
Society names my sin
calls me
Whore
Temptress
Sorceress
Demon
accuses me of
vexing the sons of men
with lustful dreams
leading them to defile themselves
as though it matters to me
where their seed is spilled
I will travel the ancient ways
clothed only in my dark tresses
my alabaster skin
don a crown of rose and poppy
their scent filling the air
I will take back this…
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