The time Lilith drove me home ~ Aurora Biggers

lying there,

panting steam and birthing eve’s pain,

I could’ve cursed my whole lineage —

sons of sons of sons of deceit, candied lips

and spiteful loins, snake venom a convenient

scapegoat.

and daughters of daughters of daughters of subservience,

low swung hips and chapped breasts, cursed to be a

bitch.

I called out to death and I saw

pearls of ash rising like a moon above 

roiling seas. A woman clothed with the sun,

shimmering fruit in her palm, feet and legs

red as abalone shells, a halo emanating 

like a torch from her womb. 

the noise was unearthly — a wolf’s howl,

skin and bone rending like curtains

laboring a writhing end.

jasmine and red wine choked the air,

pomegranate seeds rained down like holy comets,

and sulfur bloomed like incense on an altar.

she was reborn one bite at a time, flesh down to pit.

suddenly it all made sense. no one has seen god in 2,000 years. 

adam slouched off well before then, but she 

still stands a planetary body orbiting centuries of pain. 

outside the clinic I watch ants pooling over rotting fruit, slaves

seeking satisfaction in the absence of salvation,

dark bodies taking on a sisyphean effort, when, I see her:

dark taxi battered, garnet dice hanging from the mirror,

she winks as I slide in, my thighs splitting like figs.

she doesn’t speak to me,

but I still know her by the tiny horns 

sprouting from her crown.