Closer To The Truth

I was the one set to naming things but he was the one who gave my names; 'bitch', 'witch', 'crazy whore' and best, 'snake in the dark and 'serpent girl'. I never took the names on. Not even when his hand, heavy on the back of my head, pushed my face to rod and staff while he panted, "suck it bitch."

A Snake knows a snake when she sees one.

Took me some time it did to unravel myself, to find the magic words, which meant my liberation. Oh my Gods! Freedom.
 
F-r-e-e-d-o-m.

I squandered freedom, they said.

I built a little casa on the shore of the sea. I painted huge canvasses of thought and I wrote volumes of feeling. The angels came, wearing pristine white suits, dangling straight jackets from pale hands telling me, 'Time to come home, Lilith'.  I smiled sincerely and I told them, "Suck my dick"  and I went back to writing.

Luci(fer) popped round the Casa for a cold drink and some hot sex and yes, yes, yes ... I fucked him (and a few other demons too). My bad.

We gossiped, lying in my bed sharing a smoke still simmering in our sex. He told me God had been meddling again, a little Metaphysic surgery. Seems He put my ex to sleep on a bed of rotting poppies and fashioned a woman from his rib. This Barbie girl, they called her, Eve.

Luci laughed and I don't blame him. It had the feel of a great joke.

Then the tug came, pulling on my dread curiosity. I had to go back to that prison of a garden. I had to peer through the hedges to see this woman, Eve. I hear tell I was jealous. HA! I felt sorry for her. l saw her lying beneath that Neanderthal Adam, fucking in the missionary position night after night after night.  Under the moon, her eyes blank, she was softly sighing, 'you're so good, you're so good'. Her voice was sweet, so sweetly ... bored. Adam never noted it. Why would he?

I bided my time, watching. Even when Luci came and said, "Babe, let's blow this place", dropping kisses along my neck, lacing his fingers tight and full of promises in mine, I couldn't be drawn away. I felt responsible for her.

They say it was Luci who tempted Eve [Stupid asses]. It was me, who slid into snakeskin, shimmering, opalescent under the sunlight (no one expects naughtiness before noon).  I sang my Siren's song, sssslowly from the branches of the No No Tree.

She came, my Barbie sister. She came.

'Eve, darling girl', I said; gentle, I didn't want to scare her. She looked up, wide blue eyes vacant, quite frankly too stupid to be afraid. "You want to lie underneath that man night on night, always and forever?" She didn't even talk, she just looked dumb.

Man! I shimmied my hips, tight in snakeskin. I shook my head back and forth. I sang, charming her, hypnotizing her and I say still, I did it for her own good! When she was mesmerized (it wasn't too hard to do) I said, 'pick an apple girl, any apple'. She reached her hand up and up she reached. She reached for a nondescript, nothing special, red apple.
"Bite it", I said. And she did.

I saw dawn rise in her eyes, dark and sensuous. I think it'd have been Art ... Then that buffoon Adam came into the grove bruising plant, obliterating peace. Eve smiled and tossed him the apple. "Bite it'! she said ....

"Noooooooooo" I cried.
 
Too late, too late. Enlightenment strikes as it will.

I was disgusted by their sudden modesty, their preoccupation with ... small concerns. I spit twice, forked tongue flickering.  I, Lilith, was gone into obscurity. 

Adam and Eve? Well, they live on.
Poor fucks.



Fiona 12.08.04