She often feels the urge to flee
this garden, made for her
and the man, who insists she lay beneath—
trapped— by thoracic cage
from whence she sprang.
His heartbeat never spoke her name
but pounded out another,
harder, faster, ever the same
Lil-ith- Lil-ith- Lil-ith...



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