divago y de repente me giro:
el humo escala mis piernas y huye de mí
(ojalá fuera tan fácil).
en la nave soy yo misma,
desnuda y tímida por el miedo ingenuo de la nuez descascarillada.
las distracciones no me sirven,
el alma; no me basta su desnudez.
quiero más,
no hay suficiente agua en esta bañera para calmar mi sed
de volver a mi antiguo antro,
de volver a verla a ella otra vez.

it feels like i'll be able to breathe again
but only when my nails grow back,
all ten of them

you look like you're trying to stare at yourself from afar
but from a broken mirror refracting dawn
or from a lover's embrace in your ungodly arms?

lightning stretchmarks
and like lightning, terrifyingly natural
symbols of strength draped exquisitely over my body, and
beauty, forgotten as a petty human convention.
the wonders of Her lightning streak my body
marvel in the bluish hues and thunderstorms.

she sighs;
she's understood.

we're not meant to be beautiful,
we were built to strike, to survive
you stupid, human, half-assed violet alibis.
we are smiters,
and you're doomed to go down,
bow to the power of the lightning bolts down my hips
bow to the power radiating off my well-earned crown.
Athena shall charge
and head on, we follow.
watch out for our thunderbolts,
watch out: stormy skies tomorrow.

petticoat on petticoat
to hide layers of sin,
London in the 17000's
would be proud of the world we live in

in a world of disappointments
i am my own whirlwind,
and
thrillingly; i suffice.

where i fail,  i am true.

ice in hand
she suffers,
then flatlines,
then conquers it,
then vanishes.

she shone through trees,
calling me and my lonesome;
but i cannot understand archaic Egyptian
and i'm lost in despair for a time i've never been shown.
i know i've missed my deadlines,
but we've not been introduced.
take my offering, warrior princess;
take my words and take me home.