"The only redeeming quality about this story is that the good die and the stupid suffer." ~ Anonymous
Thick twine stitched
Bone needle presses
Forming smile
A final snip
And poppet is finished
Grinning and eager
I ready a jar
War water sloshing
In goes my poppet
A good shake
And soon enough
They’ll feel it
The twist of fate
This punishment is fit
And quickly coming
I feel lots of things
Authentic human emotion
Much like the ones you feel
Assume you do at least
Not like a dog or cat
A real true thing
Like “love” or “hate”
In my heart
Err metaphorically
Not literally
Pare down
Succinct form
Say it
Powerful
Loquacious fools
Drivel on
I’ll say
Instead
Simply
I
Love
You
Its fur is dark and quick
Fleet feet fly over root tangle
So powerful and fast
But wait
What is that
Flash fang
Goring antler tears
Eyes, three, flash
The hunter is dead
And now sustains
Something far greater
Far older
Soul nearly ancient
Prepare the kill
Attentively
With the greatest care
I separate skin
From flesh
Connective tissue tossed in pot
Broth for later
The bones go in too
Oh but here I found
The choicest meat
A perfect slice
For my love to eat
This kill was slow
And lame
Almost too easy
But oh how I’ll savor the feast.
You know, they killed my momma
Burned her and buried her heart
Right beneath the church
No not for being a witch
They were making her a protector
She was made a Church Grim
I see her sometimes
Late at night
Pacing the perimeter
I call out but her eyes see through me
I am not that which concerns her…
So maybe I’ll make myself so…
Make a pact
Blood and pain
And dark whispered words…
Then she’ll see me
Then she’ll fight me
Then I’ll burn it all
What’s worse?
To know
That someone was living in the walls
Or find
That someone is dying in your halls
To feel
Your skin crawling like a beast
Or see
Your flesh, alive and hungry for the feast
.
I feel so overwhelmed
Distracted
By all this hell I’ve created
But I can’t help but feel happy
No longer slow and sappy
.
What’s worse
To find
The bitter taste of copper in your mouth
Or See
Her blood is splattered all around
To hear
Your loved ones crying for your help
Or watch
Your legs walk away all by themselves
.
I feel such satisfaction
By all of my abstractions
Horror is made reality
These terrors in their nascency
There the day has ended
But here it has just begun
Your second birthday
Still cries all of nature
Unwilling to let pass
This glorious day
You, goddess
Draw out all that is good
We flock to you in rapture
Unwilling to leave
To pass up your love
We shall revel
For a few more hours yet
Bent and growling
Howling moans
And heavy breath
Our animals unleashed
We are fang and claw
Yet here now
We are intimate
Powerful
Dangerous
Yet loving
And careful
Dichotomy in passion
How wild you drive me
What we do to one another
Never enough to sate that hunger
Even as we slow
Panting heavy
We kiss
Ignite
Once again
To once more
Unleash
Our primal urge
The clock clasps limply on midnight
Twelve soft chimes ring out
Herald of your birth
The day the world grew a bit brighter
Mourning Doves cry here desperate for you
Magpies warble there in joy for your arrival
All of nature beckons you to arise
Greet the future with open palms
Invite the love that you deserve
This year I may not be there
But know I hold you in my thoughts
I send well wishes and good luck
And lots and lots of love
Happy Birthday
Mo Shíoghrá
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