Every time you look at me
I feel a little less real.
No matter how I try
I cannot stop you from
dismantling me, pulling me apart
piece by delicate piece.

I prayed to the old gods
and they promised me that when I die,
I will be born again as a raven
so I can scavenge the pieces back,
because it only takes a day to harm
but it takes multiple lifetimes to heal.

When you look at me
I feel the winds of the rapture lifting me up
Oh, I am a sinner,
rabid, manic, unholy
but I will fall on my knees for you.
I have boiled my wings
and produced sweet nectar for us to share
in anointing ourselves.
We shimmer like mermaids
dancing in parallel through the sky.
There is a reason
why sirens are women
and the earth is a mother,
not the kind who is cold and vain
but the kind who provides.
The kind who gives us teeth
to make a last stand when
backed into a corner by howling voices of hate,
and teeth to devour each other
before time devours us all.

Nature follows Witches' laws
you get what you give
three times over.

Leaping from shadow to shadow
on malformed legs
with an inhuman gait,
you leave us to feast on the scraps from your table
with an appetizer of rat poison.

One day shimmering hands will drag you under the sea
and you will understand why we have canine teeth.
We are predators. We are built to feast.
Stalking and pouncing with cat's paws
incapacitating with snake's fangs
crushing through bone with dog's jaws.

Can you feel it?
Can you feel the curse?
Can you feel the abomination you created?
Here is where god abandons you,
takes one look at the beast and leaves you to fight it alone.
All the holy light in the world
could not expunge this terror
like all the prayer in the world
fails to protect the vulnerable from cruelty.

Over
and over
and over.

Lay me down
until the snow covers my skin
like a blanket.
Watch as crocuses and violets sprout
from my still beating heart.
Pick them, and see
the patterns my blood makes in the snow.
Oh how I would love to be a feast for wolves,
for them to sing with my voice
next time the full moon rises.

I love how
the hot water cascades over me
burning my skin,
reddening my old scars.
I want to hurt again.

I love how
my tears spiral down the drain
and spiral into the sea.
Oh, will the sirens pity me
as much as I do?

I love how
I can walk between worlds
as an entity, scrolling through time,
turning eternities into seconds.
I have the eyes of god.

Until I am curled up like a baby,
lying on the hard tile
and shivering in the falling cold.
Only rage illuminates
my empty soul.

I love how
I can wander endlessly
and end up in the same pathetic place,
the same alluring fantasy
of making you suffer forever.

I am one with
the lovely velvet darkness
that covers my light
from those who wish to ***** it out.

And I am one with the moon,
who sends me sweet messages
when a voice
would have me caught.

And I am one with the violets,
picked by a lonely girl
arranged into a bouquet
and then thrown away.

We were too scared to stay.

Little lost kitten curled up in her cocoon,
with a halo of the moon,
a halo of the moon.

Liar, liar with the calico fur,
but hear how I purr,
hear how I purr.

I want a lover to keep me warm,
keep me safe from the storm,
safe from my storm.

Curled up in the closet, talking on the phone
I want to go home.
I don't have a home.

Damaged little kitten with the tiniest mew
Am I safe with you?
Am I safe with you?