The Real LJ Idol * Season 11 * Week 10: The Lunatic and The Minotaur
A beast sunk blunt
teeth crushing
into my
extended hand.
Ravenous desire lapped at
aching hunger, and his dripping
mouth consumed until bursting,
unsatisfied no matter the
size of the meal, or
the cost of the meat.
My three fingers gone into
the maw and so
it was done,
a betrothal of
deformity.
I bore thirteen children,
the marrow sucked out, the splinters
sharp and unforgiving.
My body ravaged,
spine twisted to
fit confining spaces.
I learned the secret of
the labyrinth;
Power
is a child
I did not bear
for him,
the seed living
deep inside me
willing to bloom wild.
I was frail, but I swelled
to the size of the moon
flush with the pulling
tides of my blood,
connecting me to the
wide scope of things.
His eyes are night blind,
quick to dismiss the underside of things,
as if my dark path through
the forest was a
simple thing, not worth the
careful worship freely given under
brambles and dipped into
splashing streams.
The rot is the rot whether
or not you can see the blackness
of the underbelly.
I press my fingers into
soft decaying things
and greet the
inevitable life
deep in the death.
You can no more lasso me
than the moon
into your petty fist.
I am as thin as
a scythe and
twice as sharp,
but you underestimated this keen edge,
never guessing at my wholeness or
the shadow of my crescent heart.
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teeth crushing
into my
extended hand.
Ravenous desire lapped at
aching hunger, and his dripping
mouth consumed until bursting,
unsatisfied no matter the
size of the meal, or
the cost of the meat.
My three fingers gone into
the maw and so
it was done,
a betrothal of
deformity.
I bore thirteen children,
the marrow sucked out, the splinters
sharp and unforgiving.
My body ravaged,
spine twisted to
fit confining spaces.
I learned the secret of
the labyrinth;
Power
is a child
I did not bear
for him,
the seed living
deep inside me
willing to bloom wild.
I was frail, but I swelled
to the size of the moon
flush with the pulling
tides of my blood,
connecting me to the
wide scope of things.
His eyes are night blind,
quick to dismiss the underside of things,
as if my dark path through
the forest was a
simple thing, not worth the
careful worship freely given under
brambles and dipped into
splashing streams.
The rot is the rot whether
or not you can see the blackness
of the underbelly.
I press my fingers into
soft decaying things
and greet the
inevitable life
deep in the death.
You can no more lasso me
than the moon
into your petty fist.
I am as thin as
a scythe and
twice as sharp,
but you underestimated this keen edge,
never guessing at my wholeness or
the shadow of my crescent heart.
***
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