Lilith’s Whisper Before the Bite by Sholanke Peter Olayiwola
Before Eve sang in the garden,
Another shared Adam’s breath—
Lilith, fierce and unbowed.
She would not kneel to Adam,
Nor to the Maker who named her “less.”
So the dawn cast her into darkness,
Where rage learned to speak.
From the shadows, she watched Eve bloom,
Her place erased like a forgotten dream.
Vengeance curled around her heart,
And found a serpent to carry her whisper.
The fruit was never just knowledge —
It was fire, thirst, and ruin.
The bite only revealed the truth:
The first fall began with Lilith’s whisper,
And we are still falling.