Tag: teeth

Song of vengeance

Experience tells me to kneel. “You are helpless,“ it says
“Kneel at the banks of the river Lethe and drink deep”
Lips and teeth and tongue bathed in the cool wet
It would taste sweet and leave me sleeping
Oblivious

My heart tells me that what I cannot remember is just as much of a torment.
Forget and be reborn. If I do and go around one more time

It will just happen again

In the blindness that led me into wild dogs I stumble into the shallows of the Styx
Sinking into the mud I let the water consume me,  wishing I could close my eyes and drown
It floods into my mouth and ears until fury is all I taste and all I see

As the river embraces me I embrace the hate in my own heart, a flowing wound for each and every one
I emerge a serpent with a thousand sleepless eyes

You will drink deeply from the river Cocytus

I will drag you with my own iron stained hands

You will drink if I have to pry open your jaw and force it down your throat

Drink, drink from the river of wailing,
let it flow through you like Acheron lest I drag you there too

I will never again drink of Lethe, and I will see you burn.

A prayer for safety

I pray, small under the gaze of the Gods, that they may bless me with the weapons I need to inflict my heart’s fury
If I cannot yet be an armored daughter of Penthesileia, let me be a mare to pull the chariot of war until I grow in my ability to serve as a warrior.
I plead grant me your favor, Deimos, so I may strike dread into the hearts of men.
Bless me, Phobos, and turn yourself from my heart and instead into the hearts of men.
Ares guide my hand and gird me with courage so I may face my enemies with the fire of your essence.
Artemis, I pray you watch over me as you preserve your nymphs.
Enyo, look upon me favorably and take me to be a daughter of your arts and clamor.
Eris grant my hands the touch of discord to destroy those who would harm me.
Zeus, father, I pray you watch over me as a daughter, small and mortal, but loving of you as a father and a king.
Hera, queen of heaven, bless me with gentle hands and the acid of your wrath should I be betrayed.
Aphrodite open my heart, and cut off the heads of those who would seek to poison it, for you know of all the matters of the heart.
Hermes, make swift my feet and clever my being, to escape when I cannot raise my spear.

A prayer to Ares for blessing and protection

Ares Polemistes Talaurinus, I pray for you to take me under your brazen shield;
gird me in a belt of courage as you did your daughter Hippolyte.
Ares Oxys, put in my hand a bronze spear so I may spill the blood of men
Ares Obrimus allow me to put my small feet in the vast hollows of your footsteps,
Laossous rally my heart with the sound of your mighty spear beating against your shield
Gynaecothoenas allow me, maiden, to stand strong, a child amazon desirous of your favor and strength
Grant me the mindfulness to destroy those who seek to take from me-
watch over me in your fury as you did Alkippe.
Guide the strength of my hand and weight of my blow so they may strike to the very quick of my enemy
Miaephonus stain me with the blood of men, my open mouth accepts it as honey and bread; feed me.
Open me to my own violence, so I may inflict war upon the predatory hand and eyes
Let me fly as a hawk and strike as a poisonous serpent so men may know that I serve the god of blood and war.

Poetry prompt: Storms, earth, and the shadows behind you

They are coming from the red earth
bodies sloppy with mud like iron and ire.
Rain on the pane ticks like fingers impatient,
the clock matching time

Bend to break brittle little bones, snapping tree fingers for the fire
Quick behind you, a flutter round the whites of your eyes
His were dark and full of promises but now the curtains breathe
No one to keep company now except tea stained books
and figures in the mirrors

@theshadowygirl

How to Write Delusion

Chapter I.

              Pick up a pen.

Chapter II.

              Same bed, same dream. He killed for you and you died for him.

Chapter III.

               Midnight. A girl in the dark in a tree by the mission. Blowing mango
               flavored smoke, she’s both the caterpillar and the cheshire cat.
               All of those teeth.

Chapter IV.

               All of the important ones have had big brown eyes and slender limbs,
               and the backs of their necks have been made of brown velvet. They’ve
               all been too beautiful for you.

Chapter V.

              White dress, white fence, yellow shutters, porch swing.

Chapter VI.

              Everything will be alright.

Copper Teeth

Dancing unclothed in fire, flame licking flesh
Gleaming sweat, shimmering gems beneath bare feet
Dragon’s flames untouchable swathing me like robes and scarves upon my head
it is the gold upon my wrists and the gold upon my neck and the
gold upon slender ankles dancing
Silver sweat, eyes tiger’s eyes, predatory in the glow
Hips telling stories that waist and thighs corroborate
In the house of the old gods all is fire and flesh, pain and pleasure,
topaz eyes and ruby lips, talking ecstasy with every exhale
Slave of dragons, master of men

White Roses, Red Teeth

thecarvingwitch:

I believe in claws, and if you do not have claws,
then I believe in knives.
I believe in keeping the hearth
and sitting at it sewing poppets with black thread.

I believe in pretty smiles with teeth that can rip throats
And bloody mouths wielding them if confronted
I believe in flowered crowns and rose dresses
but be advised of the blade in my garter

There is value in healing tonics and warm homemade pie
and poisons hidden in skirts that can easily make the pot
Let them be fooled by sweet rosy lips and big velvet eyes
that have the power to turn men into stone.

If I believe in the serpent and the blade and the bite of winter
So I must also believe in my own fangs and blades and furs.