|I remember reading when I was back in college of a psychiatrist who would anxiously fiddle with the room keys of his patients while he walked the hospital floor. Sometimes he felt it was the only difference between himself and the various patients he was in charge of. The line between what's considered sane and insane can be blurry some days, and the use of psychiatric medications can obscure the line even further. While the reader here is not aware of Lilith's exact condition, her pain, and anger highlight the confusion she feels every day. Is she hospitalized? Is she alone in her house/apartment? Does anybody care about her daily experiences? It's hard to be hopeful without more information, and in the end, that just furthers the reader's sense of helplessness, isolating Lilith even farther away from her salvation.
My favorite line: "The walls moved, trading places with the floor."
I'm interested to see if there's more to come, good work and good luck.