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(Lakshmi and Persephone, to Sita) (Lakshmi) I don’t want to ask you about how wide or how large the hole grew to – I’d rather not remind you it’s even there at all. When the white rabbit disappeared down into … Continue reading
I hold coins in my pocket, refuse to drop them into Charon’s rawbone hand; I hold the gifts of my passage under my cloak back from this boatman’s demand.
To make a crown of thorns, you must first tear the roses away. The King is crowned with their stiff, green bodies withering to brittle, bone, and dust after they have been seized and stolen from the ground. Before returning … Continue reading
Nails pin thin, battered feet to fractured wood. Affixed to earth, neither He nor the wood can rise up and walk. He is a nailed up, gasping, bleeding sentinel watching the sun’s single eye burn: but Death walks around Him, … Continue reading
There are birth pains, and the water breaks in trillion-fold up the coastline spine, an army marching to where water does not belong – marching into the streets, marching into the marketplace, marching into the suburbs, marching to obey a … Continue reading
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