Friday Night

Can I bear the pain of pain?

Can I simply
stay
allow
bend
burn
heal

Numbness – yet another dancing partner
Stepping on my toes, whispering sweet nothings

Empty things
Things on black wings
Smelling of
cold sweat
and turpentine

Devi, your alter ego is devouring me

The feast is lasting long into the night

The Dark Mother has me in her grip

I am seduced

(photo by Proxy Indian)

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