Standing in a cemetery, staring at the white angel headstone. The grave she watches over sitting at a jaunty angle, destroying the pattern of organized headstones. The base reads, “Lilith.” Nothing else. Just a beautiful white angel in a sea of gray.
Then I heard the voice, telling me to leave. To walk away slowly. Not to run. Running would mean death, putting me in my place under the ground. That’s what the voice said. It was neither man nor woman. It was inside and outside my head.
I did as I was told and walked slowly to my car.