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.