His pendulum of maleness sways from side to side. Disgusted.

Made from his rib. Repulsed.

He speaks. He flirts. He winks. Despised.

He stares longingly. I adorn myself with leaves. Uncharmed.

He says this is what God wants. Sickened.

He attempts to fuck. Unwanted.

I flee to the woods. Escaped.

I can’t stop crying. Panicked.

I reach a place of plenty. Saved.

She sways out almost in a slither. Allured.

She wipes away my tears. Caressed.

Lilith wraps me in embrace. Cherished.

We disappear into the orchards. Freed.

Biography:

I came to Aims looking to further my education and further my writing ability, thanks to the motivation of my wonderful partner. Writing means the world to me. I’ve been writing since I was around 13 years old and want nothing more than to publish a novel one day. My love for writing comes to me from my father who got me interested in the art form from a very young age. When I consider myself as an artist, I like to think of myself as someone who can draw intense emotions from a reader and that is what I strive for when I create. Many artists inspire my work and teach me to be better at my craft. Haruki Murakami, Ray Bradbury, and R.F. Kuang are three writers that create such beautiful prose that it drives me to strive for such a level of beauty in my own work. I write because something deep inside me craves it like nothing else in the world.