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 Alice Popkorn)
You can speak now
I am ready; I will drink your scorpion tea.
Even this axe in my heart is
Beautiful in the mist.
Your knowing smile makes me wonder…
Have you come to offer me solace
Or to lead me astray
Again?
No matter: I have found my center.
Alone, I see what I did not see before.
Strength steals through my soul
This fog has taught me a thing or two.
This came to me a few days ago, almost auditory in nature… I have included it via the Writing Exercise page (the link is listed above, on the right). This is a fictionalized conversation with ego…
Direct link here.
The Little Writer That Could 