Sadness percolates
Blips of blubbering bubbles
Boiling over into the
Abyss
I am missed
By me
By everyone
Invisible to the eye
I reside
On the inside
The Hermit
The Empress
The Magician
The Fool
Stolen from reality
Hidden in all of the stories
Untold
A mystery unfolding
Circulating
Percolating
Predicting
And failing
To meet your expectations
Lost in translation
Fed to the wolves
And forgotten
I am rotten
Reeling
Conceding to the chaos
Embracing the magick
Feeling the freedom
Becoming the sin
Unwoven
Again
And again
And again
Until the end
I
Am
The
Feminine
But then …
There IS something wrong
Something rotten
Something forgotten
From top
To bottom
I’m unwithered
And revolting
Hands around my neck
It’s choking
And groping
Grabbing
And stabbing
Relentless
As it clings
Silent as it screams
Filling me Unseen
Or is it
That I am unclean
Pure terror
It’s closer than fear
It’s crystal clear
I am a Seer
Wicked
Wise
Despised
By the Holy
Loved by the Impure
Drenched in tears
Of the innocent
Blood that is smeared
Running
Between thighs
Disguised
As innocence
She cries
Ripping out her insides
It slides
Out of the shadow
And into the light
Oh what a beautiful miraculous sight….