"The serpent’s tail sweeps past the morning dew of Eden and your pale wrist; you had tasted the lie long before Eve was named.
The fruit had ripened under moonlight long before it fell. You needed no temptation—you would have reached for it yourself. And so when you bit, God’s command shattered between your teeth.
You were never born from whose rib, You never needed a paradise that was never yours to keep." ----To Lilith
