Her name a curse dropped
quick from their lips.
Rising from blood[
dripped down ]from darkened fingertips.
Eyes that flashed a
thousand stars.
The bloodiest, bloodiest,
damned of them all.
She was me.
She was my sister, my
mother.
She was everyone and no one.
Burned like ash and
rising from flames.
The witch the world could
not shame.
We are one. And none.
Bloody and broken.
Billions of souls and one
terrible truth.
This is the woman who
rose from the mud.
The woman who scraped and
fought for her blood.
We are all her and she is
us.
Together we stand, bathed
in her love.
This Eve. This Lilith.
This Mother of All. She is our monster. Our goddess. Our all.
And with her we stand.
As sisters. As women.
She is our mother, our
sister.
Barren or not.
She is our sister, our
mother.
Regardless of birth.
She is our sister, our
mother—because she says she is.
And our mother, our
mother, bloody and tall, she watches and watches.
And watches us all.
- AKA
