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There was eight of us. Seven around the pit and one inside. We covered him with soil, so the fleshy medlars would sprout from his bones, but he became all the trees, all the branches and blossoms and fruits.

These circles, these dregs of the bird of time on my eyes. There, where a blind animal, lays her shredded wings on the blackness of my pupils and hangs her inflamed body on my skin; she breeds, she butchers me, and my burdened molten memory turns into a fountain of color on this inert eye socket.

In Hebrew mythology, the term “lilith” (translated as “night creature”, “night monster”, “night hag”, or “screech owl”) is identified as a female demon. The character is generally thought to derive from a historically far earlier class of female demons (liliths) …

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