In Lilith’s Garden

There are pieces
Broken and shattered that get swept
Under the rug.
My rug,
Downy coat I was forced to wear as a young girl.
I came to God naked, like Eve
And felt the betrayal of a covering, a sin I did not entice or call upon.
Cast from my Garden of youth,
I felt the wolves gather at the scent of fresh blood.
Bleeding, changing, budding…
Boys became men and men wanted my untasted fruit.
No shelter could protect me, my blooming flower betraying my intent.
I became Lilith, offering her fruit to the lips of man,
Starving men, for the knowledge of all that is good
And all that is evil.
Adam, born of God and dirt
Devoured the flesh of my fruit and now
We are all wide eyed and hungry for more.