The scorpion stings, the snake tempts and the eagle guides us. Seven tasks, seven rewards, and seven angels. All in threes. Evolution. Venus the star of the morning, the necessary evil. She who put the sword in the girl’s hand, the crown on her head. Empowering her to cut away the cobwebs and self doubt….
Tag: Poetry
I Am She
She used to be me. That is, I used to be she. I have since unzipped and stepped out of her skin, quite literally. I could not speak of her then, as I could never, ever, see, the massive forest for the surrounding trees. She was the walking wounded. The prey. Or predator maybe. Either…
Static Flux
I thought I’d put that baby to bed. I received a call from area code 561. I know more than one living in that zone, but rarely speak with them, at least not on the telephone. There is, however, a particular person, with whom I don’t speak at all. Folding laundry, my phone rang. I…
The Gorgon
A monster dwells inside of me. A demon. She cries an eye for an eye, though justice is not her name. I have caged her. Poured water on her head. Tried to forget. Still she escapes her bonds from time to time. Less often now than before. When met with like she grows stronger. Malevolent…