Lilith, Rewritten

— a transmutation in mirrored verse

You cast me as Eve, soft-framed and sweet,
But I was thunder disguised as retreat.
By the roots of your fractured family tree,
I found the voice you buried in me.

A rib is no wound when it’s given to heal,
But you forged it to pierce what I dared to feel.
So I stepped from the garden, bare and wise,
Found stars in the silence and truth in the skies.

I walked th…