you love her most when she
tastes of wine and ignition
SK Grout
Take out the heart that is filled with him.
Cauterize the wound, apply honey, sing.
Dance through the feast as the new moon’s rising
burn his protection and cleanse his powers.
Tell his stories so that they may be broken,
turn his truth from wood to ashes.
Learn him right from his deepest sleep.
Shed his conquest with a new skin.
Swarm inside the moon’s benevolence,
the blinking black of the night’s sun.
Wait - as the goddess is crafted
with skin and bone and gristle,
from strength and fight and terror.
Earn her name.
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