poems by kyle julian
Kyle with his cat, Stinky Tuna
Kyle Julian is a 25-year-old writer based in Northern California. Kyle self-published The Taste of Insomnia in 2020. He opened Discount Venom Antiques & Oddities the same year. Kyle graduated from University of Puget Sound with a bachelors in Communication Studies in 2021.
The Decaying Garden of Eden
by Kyle Julian
I pray for your happiness
 And the well-being of whoever you’re draining it from
 I hope that life brings many more smiles
 To your cruel lipsBut I also hope that in the future
 When you lie through your teeth
 And wipe their tears with a loving face
 They don’t believe you when you say
 You lied because you loved themI hope they don’t pick up their own pieces
 That you smashed on the floor
 And hand them lovingly back to you
 As the fool who trusts the serpentFor Eve’s serpent was beautiful
 And brought promises of great things
 A life of freedom, with no restraints
 And only the most delicious of fruitBut my life was no Eden
 And my God was not merciful
 And all the fruit in the garden had grown rotten
 Many years before you arrivedFor if it was Eve’s fault to betray God
 Then it was mine to betray myself
 And kiss your feet for being so selfless
 To choose to stab me in the back
 So I didn’t have to look at the knifeI praised you for the strength it must’ve taken
 To lie to the person you cared for most
 And forgave you ten-fold
 For when you said losing me was your biggest fear
 I believed youBut my life was no Eden
 Rather a decaying forest
 With a rotten Adam who I had killed years ago
 And God’s booming voice
 Had only rained down on me
 To tell me to savor the mildewSo when the beautiful creature entered my prison
 The trees began to bloom fresh life
 Pale green foliage unfurled itself
 And lifted me up
 To a warmth of a sun that had never roseThe birds began to awake as sweet hummingbirds
 With fast fluttering wings
 And joyful chirps
 That drowned out the vultures’ callStreams began to trickle
 After a century of drought
 And fish began to spawn in rivers
 Much to the disbelief
 Of my long ravenous eyesSo when the strength entered my body
 After years of accepting its failure
 I began to build a home for us with my bare hands
 Right above where Adam laid to restBricks were laid and foundations strengthened
 And my beautiful serpent slept peacefully by the fire
 I picked the fruit as it was never-ending
 And brought it home for her to feast on
 And I slept at night because I knew in the morning
 That the sun would rise once againEvery day I built our home
 With a breath of life swelling in my soul
 All her promises feeding my lungs
 And I swung the axe down with the joy of opportunityI walked alone in our garden of Eden
 And shed tears of happiness
 For all the beauty I had never seen
 I thanked the worms who turned the fresh soil
 And soared through the air on the back of a phoenixAnd everyday I returned to our home to tell the tales
 To my serpent sleeping by the fireplace
 She listened carefully and rejoiced with me
 And I thanked my once merciless God
 For finally blessing me with a beautiful lifeThe day I came home and my serpent was gone
 There was a rotten Adam
 Knocking beneath the foundation
 And a deep horror rose inside of me
 As I stepped outside of our home
 And found myself in the decaying forest once againI ran my fingers along the walls of my prison
 Hoping to find a crack
 Praying for a sign of a life
 A fish, a minnow
 Or any sign of the beautiful serpentBut the serpent had left
 And taken all of my garden with her
 The greens I watered and tended to
 Had been uprooted
 And stuffed hastily into a bagThe fish had been gutted and sucked dry
 And the birds struck from the air with stones
 Not even the worms had been spared
 As the earth was cracked and hardened once moreI fell to the ground
 And screamed to a God with no mercy
 As the thunder cracked
 And the rain began to pour once again
 I rolled and groaned with a pain I had never known
 My muscles withering and bones losing strength
 And I crawled back to the home I had built
 That was now emptyThere I laid on the foundation listening
 To the knocks of rotten Adam
 And the vultures’ feet prancing on the rooftops
 I screamed for a mercy that I knew was long lost
 And shook the floor with my pounding
 Trying to silence Adam once againI laid there for centuries more
 Hoping the serpent would return
 And that I would someday soar
 On the back of a phoenix once more
 For centuries I laid lifeless
 By the cold dampened fireplaceUntil one endless night I saw a sputtering of smoke
 Rising from the ashes
 And the tiniest restless ember began to glow
 I watched from the corner of my wide tearful eye
 My neck too weakened to lift my headThe ember grew ever so slightly into a glowing pile
 A twitching and writhing flame
 And I began to turn my head to watch
 As something emerged from the wreckageBefore my broken soul appeared a small withered bird
 Barely able to open it bulging eyes
 And I watched the ugly fellow in confusion
 His wings outstretching into a pattern
 I recognized from long ago
 The wings of a phoenixI still did not budge from my place on the floor
 But rather watched the phoenix carefully
 As he fed on the ashes
 And throughout the following months
 He grew from a stumbling hatchling
 Into something much strongerWhen his wings had grown strong enough
 To beat the air beneath him
 He pushed himself up into the air
 And flew to my place on the floor
 Gripped in his claw was an old key
 And he placed it in my sunken hand
 And flew out of the doorframe
 Of what remained of our homeI laid alone in confusion
 And pondered the meaning of the old key
 For I had never known there to be a way
 Out of this prisonUntil I remembered my beautiful serpent
 Who slept by the fireplace
 Listening carefully to my dreams
 Of building a garden of Eden
 And I realized she had not been sleeping peacefully
 But rather guarding and planningGuarding the old key
 That had been hidden at the bottom of the ashes
 Waiting for the day she could escape
 And take all the life I had grown with herAnd the phoenix had carried me home
 Not to share my tales of joy with her
 But in hope that I would find
 The old key before she did
 And to escape from this place with my emberSo I invited rotten Adam up from the basement
 And we feasted on a prancing vulture
 And I patched the wounds I had given him
 And apologized for burying him in that graveAnd after we finished our feast
 Rotten Adam led me to the gate
 Of the decaying garden
 Which I had somehow never seen before
 And he pointed to a large iron lock
 And then to a phoenix just beyond his reach
 A long way outside the gates of this prison
 Treading the air with his strong wings
 Waiting for me to follow him

































































































