every star in the night sky
wishes to kiss me in gold dust
every rough body of ocean
wishes to wash over me in healing salt
every rose bush, blooming or wilting
wishes for me to tend to their roots
my hands do not falter,
for my golden heart
never runs out of gleaming currency
my voice cuts through the silence,
the dagger in my hand is sheathed
in a white dress and red lipstick
my home, a well-built powerhouse
stands on dark rocks,
overlooking an indigo sea at twilight.
11: Every goddess. (prompt: not from your perspective)
This is written in my mother's perspective