Shownotes
a walk from my Eve to my Lilith
a swim within my own soul
One was made from your rib,
the other, from the same soil as you.
One sacrificed herself for your love,
the other loved herself
Until there was nothing left to hate.
One poured herself into empty vessels
until they overflowed.
The other filled her cup first,
Before she emptied yours
One accepted the truth she was given,
the other bent reality to fit her fire.
To one, we owe origin.
To the other, feminine rage.
One was never enough.
The other was always too much.
One of me was taught to be Eve.
The other longed to walk the earth as Lilith.
I spoke like Eve,
but I bled like Lilith.
Until they both destroyed me to save my soul.
And I?
I became the prayer
burning in the fire.
- Eva Garg
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