feeling a disconnection |
I was a child when she first touched me, flooding my being with the first pains of womanhood, and with her changing faces, I grew to know myself, counting the days and hours of her ancient pull until she visited again. but one night while shadows eclipsed her face, I lost her. the tides that she warded evaporated, and I felt me turn to crystal, hardened to a sugared network from eye to toe. what am I now? my heart beats sweetly now, for all pretense that it makes to stain my fingers red, with water drawn out of me, what is left for her to guide me with her silver horned crown? and yet— I still find connection. the syrup in my veins seeks her tides, rolling with an ebb and flow that yearns for her— waxing gibbous in a sea of starlight. line count: 30 Prompt ▼ |