My history,

my beliefs,

my instincts,

all the ruined stories

of self and others

have fucked me over,

and over,

and this is damnation,

for I am the snake tempting

Eve in the Garden,

and I was sent by god

himself to bring destruction,

disharmony, fractures,

as the Shadow waiting

to do his bidding.

 

But now,

oh now, as my consciousness

rises, I want to shed my skin

and become this being beyond

redemption, beyond the divine

that condemns and then is salvific,

and leave the Garden unkept and seek

the world in transition:

to be me as illegible, unfinished,

evolving,

finding a fresh narrative

beyond the dry skin shed, beyond Eden,

in a new edition.

 

23/12/2025