The moon lied to you
the crow said
He’s shallow, look at how easily he floats.
We fished him, crow and I, from the creek
out back.
No he’s not
I said
he’s just full of holes.
He wasn’t always this way.
Watch how I can stuff him
full again.
I took golden straw, dandelion heads,
and bits of my tears
and packed this deep into his
heart hole.
I stuck him under the willow tree
for three moons
so the creatures and fae could bless
him and eat the rotten parts off.
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 24, 2018
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Put me in the rocks
I will build me a home.
Rocks as a child.
Rocks as a woman.
Hide my face.
Hide my soul.
All those buckets of soul
sludge that
the others dump onto me
I throw into the shale and lime
stones mixed with my blood and threads of soul
and tell the creek to wash
it all away from me
before I am not me anymore….
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 23, 2018
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I’ve burned sigils into the astral planes
with my obsidian heart
hoping to find that other flame
that dances with mine.
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 3, 2018
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it would say this:
Notice the hawks
in the sky. You were not meant
to crawl in the
daylight. Dance with
willow trees at night, and drink
the tears from the morning grass spirits.
Then you will be ready
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 2, 2018
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