May 2021
I think about what it would do to her. To call her: god. Divine majesty.
Do not be afraid she says.
And how we must be reminded every time...
When these creatures undress before us, and their form is an arrow sleeping in our gut. Our insides wrenching again and again each time we look. The more you worship, the more pain you know. Terror resides in the beauty of their form- a body we cannot understand. A body that is never wrong.
And oh, how we canβt help but look.
I look.
For me, the moon is full and hanging behind my eyes.
The wrenching and the writhing
The moaning and pain
It is sublime, unbearable transformation.
Transmutable worship, transmutable horror-- Nourishment for a thing caught in its becoming.
You caught me in my becoming.
I am the dragon and the maiden it keeps.
I am the mouth and the hand reaching inside it.
Darkness and light begin to blur.
ππ¨ π§π¨π ππ πππ«ππ’π.
ππ‘ππ«π π’π¬ π§π¨ π°π«π¨π§π π°ππ² π¨π ππππ¨π¦π’π§π .ββββ
Do not be afraid she says.
And how we must be reminded every time...
When these creatures undress before us, and their form is an arrow sleeping in our gut. Our insides wrenching again and again each time we look. The more you worship, the more pain you know. Terror resides in the beauty of their form- a body we cannot understand. A body that is never wrong.
And oh, how we canβt help but look.
I look.
For me, the moon is full and hanging behind my eyes.
The wrenching and the writhing
The moaning and pain
It is sublime, unbearable transformation.
Transmutable worship, transmutable horror-- Nourishment for a thing caught in its becoming.
You caught me in my becoming.
I am the dragon and the maiden it keeps.
I am the mouth and the hand reaching inside it.
Darkness and light begin to blur.
ππ¨ π§π¨π ππ πππ«ππ’π.
ππ‘ππ«π π’π¬ π§π¨ π°π«π¨π§π π°ππ² π¨π ππππ¨π¦π’π§π .ββββ
